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There is a peculiar thought which presents itself to the mind when it attempts to conceive of that which has no limit. For, if we call a thing boundless, we seem at once to deny to it every determination by which it might be distinguished from another thing. It can have no edge, for beyond an edge there must be something other than that which possesses it; and the boundless, by its very concept, admits of no such other.
Suppose, not as a demonstrated proposition, but merely as an observation offered to contemplation, that the boundless should somehow produce within itself the appearance of boundaries. It would not thereby cease to be boundless. For a boundary, considered absolutely, is a separation; but considered within the boundless, it may be only a distinction. The boundary would divide without truly separating, and determine without ultimately limiting.
We may imagine, for example, a circle drawn upon the surface of an infinite ocean. The circle establishes an interior and an exterior, yet both remain water. Nothing has been removed from the ocean by the drawing of the line. The distinction is genuine, insofar as we may speak meaningfully of what lies within the circle and what lies beyond it; but it is not absolute, for the same substance belongs to both.
Perhaps, then, limitation does not always signify the negation of the unlimited. Perhaps limitation may be one of the forms through which the unlimited becomes intelligible to itself.
For what would a boundless reality be, if no distinction could arise within it? There would be no this and that, no here and there, no self and other, and consequently no standpoint from which the boundless could even appear as boundless. The concept of infinity seems to acquire its meaning precisely through its contrast with the finite. Yet if the finite were wholly separate from the infinite, the infinite would no longer contain all things.
Here, therefore, lies the strange possibility: that the boundless may contain boundaries without being contained by them.
A wave has a form, and we may distinguish it from the waves beside it. We may even give it a name and speak of it as though it were an individual thing. Yet no boundary drawn around the wave can tell us where the ocean ends and the wave begins. The wave is distinct, but not separate. Its individuality is a determination of the ocean rather than an escape from it.
Perhaps consciousness, individuality, and even the objects of our experience possess something of this character. Perhaps what we call a boundary is not necessarily a wall erected between two realities, but a manner in which one undivided reality assumes determination.
This thought should not be mistaken for a proof of anything metaphysical. It is only a curious possibility. Nevertheless, it suggests a reversal of the ordinary conception of limitation. We commonly suppose that a boundary diminishes what it encloses. But perhaps a boundary can also reveal. It can make a portion distinguishable without making it independent; it can give form without destroying fullness.
And if this is so, then perhaps the deepest mystery is not how the finite can exist within the infinite, but how the infinite could ever appear as finite at all.
For the boundary may never have been a boundary against the boundless.
It may have been a boundary made by the boundless, within itself.
Suppose, not as a demonstrated proposition, but merely as an observation offered to contemplation, that the boundless should somehow produce within itself the appearance of boundaries. It would not thereby cease to be boundless. For a boundary, considered absolutely, is a separation; but considered within the boundless, it may be only a distinction. The boundary would divide without truly separating, and determine without ultimately limiting.
We may imagine, for example, a circle drawn upon the surface of an infinite ocean. The circle establishes an interior and an exterior, yet both remain water. Nothing has been removed from the ocean by the drawing of the line. The distinction is genuine, insofar as we may speak meaningfully of what lies within the circle and what lies beyond it; but it is not absolute, for the same substance belongs to both.
Perhaps, then, limitation does not always signify the negation of the unlimited. Perhaps limitation may be one of the forms through which the unlimited becomes intelligible to itself.
For what would a boundless reality be, if no distinction could arise within it? There would be no this and that, no here and there, no self and other, and consequently no standpoint from which the boundless could even appear as boundless. The concept of infinity seems to acquire its meaning precisely through its contrast with the finite. Yet if the finite were wholly separate from the infinite, the infinite would no longer contain all things.
Here, therefore, lies the strange possibility: that the boundless may contain boundaries without being contained by them.
A wave has a form, and we may distinguish it from the waves beside it. We may even give it a name and speak of it as though it were an individual thing. Yet no boundary drawn around the wave can tell us where the ocean ends and the wave begins. The wave is distinct, but not separate. Its individuality is a determination of the ocean rather than an escape from it.
Perhaps consciousness, individuality, and even the objects of our experience possess something of this character. Perhaps what we call a boundary is not necessarily a wall erected between two realities, but a manner in which one undivided reality assumes determination.
This thought should not be mistaken for a proof of anything metaphysical. It is only a curious possibility. Nevertheless, it suggests a reversal of the ordinary conception of limitation. We commonly suppose that a boundary diminishes what it encloses. But perhaps a boundary can also reveal. It can make a portion distinguishable without making it independent; it can give form without destroying fullness.
And if this is so, then perhaps the deepest mystery is not how the finite can exist within the infinite, but how the infinite could ever appear as finite at all.
For the boundary may never have been a boundary against the boundless.
It may have been a boundary made by the boundless, within itself.
