Above ground where ther is more sky I stand on top of ‘the mountain of perspective’.
This mountain ‘starts off’ at the apex where there is infinite perspective
but once I move down away from this apex, the degree of perspective drops away.
As we move further down the mountainside I end up in an ever-deepening gully
The walls on each side rise up higher and higher, cutting off otherb routes.
At the top I could see in all directions and horizons went hundres of miles
At the bottom, I had no more freedom, I was irrevocably tied to my my feet on a path.
Underground in my minds eye a tunnel of infinite length and cracks and tunnel furrows.
Every furrow is infinite, and there are infinite numbers of them ye I see but one.
To gaze into it means to be trapped by it, to live in that furrow ignoring others

This reality is as an endless array of possible view none of which are essentially true,
and each of which excludes awareness of other views.
The only essential truth is the truth of the tunnel, which contains all the furrows,
If you can see all the furrows, then you can see how none of them are evrything
From mountain top to underground I see how with my eyes most information is lost.
I need new eyes beyond the sky and space and time to see the overwhelming truth.