In this land of contradictions, some trees blossom, others are evergreen, such as a circle hidden inside a square, a triangle inside itself, or Escher fiddling with Bach to make the Earth giggle in their bubbles of math. In this changing land of contradictory paths, one must ask where are the limits of these tracks, who is the ruler of these lands? I gaze in amazement as I laugh, land of contradictions, I am. Neither good or bad, glad or sad, mad or fad, where am I? In the land of my future, I ask, and I only see I imagine that. In the land of my past, I ask, and I only remember I had that. In such contradiction I had to ask, is my solution just an empty sack? I sat and waited for an answer, and all I got was a trap, another contradiction, so I had to laugh. Waiting for an illusion? What a blast! I yelled at Escher, and made him mad. He called Gödel to make me look bad. So, I played with Bach until they had their wanted match. I dropped my bag, and again, I sat not expecting to get my sack back I emptied my mind of so many silly facts. In this land of contradictions, I chose to find the riddle that made it all fine. So, came the eagle, my eye of awareness, which made it all turn upside down: In the land of today, it said, you can see the contradiction you are, both as one, and then there is no contradiction, but your own mind, because as an eagle there is no mind, just the experience of being one.
What appears to be double, might just be an illusion, a trick of the mind that allows us to divide and multiply, as long as our perception is adjusted to such entrapment. Shift your perception, what do you see? Does the eye interpret colors from wavelengths or does color exist beyond our perception?