Nature and the Void

Your black coat and tie belie depths unseen in all of their lovely, terrifying dimensions. 

Everything behind you is abstract. Green might represent Nature, blue the Void beyond. Beyond, and in fact, within you.

Maybe the white bits are mirrors that reflect light, capturing the essence of the sun and recasting it so we can understand what we are, and how we fit into the scheme of things. 

A mind is only a narrow piece of the cosmos, digesting experience, as Huxley said. You can’t know which way reality spins unless you focus in on a shard of experience, shaving off the sides, carving away with a knife like one carves are bar of soap, until you have a recognizable shape that can be fondled and halfway understood. 

The center, which is nothing, is the root of everything that spins away from it, like God flinging reality away from his hands, casting it off like dirty dishwater.