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Everything is relative to everything else



Ever wonder; for a moment; how every-thing is relative to everything else,  meaning,
everything, without exception.  

          
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To put it in perspective, every quote in the above collage is somehow indirectly completing the next one in a meaningful way, without being from the same thought process, it gives it the illusion of one.

Keeping this idea in mind, one can imagine a variety of scenarios where the relativity factor always plays the main character in the scheme of things.

Furthermore, the idea of “everything is related to everything else” can seem a bit confusing for the untrained eyes, because of the its novelty, but with switching between focus and unfocus states it will begin to reveal its powerful significance.

There is no limit of one’s understanding, because the idea itself is limitless.

Simply said, that what you see it’s not what it is, it is just an illusion of the imagination witch is a fabrication of the subconscious.

All that apart, from everything  relate to everything else, the understanding  of it is all rooted in one’s perception of the outer self.



There’s no magic, just self realization from inner point of view.






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