The true nature of everything is the infinite projection holographic image to convey bulk information.
This is the Fragmented Core.
If the self wants it has the capacity to trivialize most,
Numerous generalizations for every situation, previous and post,
But the subjective seekers of the infinite final answers expect more,
Of the dialects in truths and the minutely fragmented core.
The flexibility of the beautiful certain Uncertainty prevails,
The divine mystery of super symmetric patterns that the limit of our conscience curtails,
If information were an ocean, we can be sinking deep, may be presently, near the floor,
And simultaneously be riding the fresh innocent waves, or dry, near the shore.
The nature of truth seems abstract, intangible and inconsistent,
Like the mystical fantasies of the Pure Youth, the distant and the persistent,
But the disillusioned loses touch, when the trials of the imaginary material world seem too much,
To take refuge in the dubious shades of faith and lore, rather than being stunned by the fragmented core.
Every instance is most productive for its acutely discrepant notion,
All states of rest and motion, create opposite symmetric commotion,
We are doomed to be shortsighted, but cursed with curiosity, waiting for more illuminations to come to the fore,
To better comprehend the inherent nature of contradictions in eternity, the sorrows of the fragmented core.
Whenever one finds some, they lust for more,
Inequality and injustice leave the empathic dimensions sore,
Some day we will grow up, when the time is right,
See the large and the miniscule which escapes our sight,
When we walkout of some magnificent shortcut door,
And witness the shape of the multi-verse, and the subtle fragmented core.