About the absolute, Syntalism defines God and the universe as an information system that accumulates information about the form of matter and its differences from the ideal. The ideal is a blank white sheet. Theoretically, we can say that a blank white sheet is an absolute. But a blank white sheet is an abstraction containing infinite terabytes of information.
The absolute is love, beauty, truth, perfection, but there is no limit to perfection. Perfection is an infinite array of various States that depend on circumstances. Perfection is like a mountain range, where not one mountain is an idol, but infinitely many, like the stars in the sky.
The absolute is not one big star, but the universe. The power of the absolute is in the infinity of the starry sky, and not in the size of individual stars that think they are idols. There are asteroids, comets, planets, moons, stars small and large, black holes. Black holes are stars that have reached the limit of their mass and burned out, folded into a point. All these are parts of the absolute. The star does not approach the absolute, it is just a part of it. The absolute accumulates information about all its possible States.
Perfection is not the end, but the beginning. A clean white sheet emerges from the darkness. An artist who has reached perfection takes a pencil and begins to draw life, destroying the perfection of white.
As for the pursuit of perfection, the question arises: is man really more perfect than a monkey? We suspect that if a person is sent into the jungle and forced to climb back up a tree – it will be an extremely pitiful sight.
Following simplicity, you will come to the absolute. To the very starting point from which the universe originated. If you do not stop and go further beyond this point, you will find with interest that there are an infinite number of such grains of sand around.
The absolute is not one, but zero, ... because zero was before one, the unit grows from zero. Zero is everything and it is one, but there are many units. One is perfection, and there are an infinite number of forms of perfection.
Truth (absolute) this is a kind of integrity that has reached a critical mass and divided itself into an infinite number of new forms. It is impossible to know the truth, because the truth is the whole real world, which is infinite, because the division of the absolute can take place indefinitely. In fact, what you call the evolution of the system is the continuing degradation and disintegration of the system from a simple and unified absolute to some sophisticated and very complex forms.
They say, fear the one who has found the truth. Why? I looked around and saw lights everywhere. Everything is light, even me. But I tell you, fear those who find lies. But I say to you, rejoice in those who have found the lie, for now we will turn darkness into light. But I say day follows night, and night follows day, and that is the truth.
Black is perfection, and white is the child of black. As you grow, white becomes black. The act of creating the world. Let there be light! This is an act of destroying the old black perfection and creating a new free space.
The point is that it is boundaries that create infinity. When you are aware of the illusory and permeable boundaries, but you will respect them and understand why they are there, you will understand the infinite. The borders need to preserve the integrity, the borders do not divide, but connect. An entity without boundaries will instantly disintegrate and become nothing.