The contradiction in the heart of my being

A path leads to the endless blackness of the infinite void. And truly; I drown in analogies and wake up in a dream that’s called reality.
No way is visible, for it fades into a single tangle of recursive self-reference.
You and I – We are one in perfection, merge into a symbiosis of self-similar fractals. We are pleonasms and yet false tautologies!