Visions of infinity... that which is un-finished, in other words that which grows, is in-finite. This is what infinite means: not finished. And when you're up here in the hills, everything is infinite. Down there in the filthy city, overtaken by that which does not grow but merely decays, nothing is infinite. Everything has been 'stopped' and is therefore 'stupid'. There is no growth and plenty of stupefaction. It's the difference between heaven and hell.
Up here of course it's heaven. This is what paradise means: 'elevated region' from the Sanskrit paradesha. But heaven also means to heave 'n go; to use you own steam and to physically exert yourself. This exertion is all important and it is why heaven, and holy places, are on the tops of hills and not at the bottom of them. To exert is to 'express art'. This art emerges from contravening Nature's universal inertia (the flow). Thus to exert is to push out that which has been arranged and composed artificially. Only then, emptied of all artifice, exerted and cleansed, will one realise the true nature of one's unfinished nature.
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