Traversing the Infinite Is, independently of the passage of linear time, can be very disorienting. It is much like watching an explosion from many angles, where all the bits hang motionless, suspended in space, locked in a static, unchanging picture of a violent, dynamic event.

Strangely though, everything looks to be always moving apart, toward entropy, parity is not conserved. Sure there are patterns in the noise, they play like music, vibrating like ripples in a pond. Pulsing out into each other in a great elaborate dance of matter and energy. The multiverse sings with the songs of a billion voices.