Utopia

James Joyce wrote " That it was a Utopia, there being no known method from the known to the unknown: an infinity, renderable equally finite by the suppositions probable apposition of one or more bodies equally of the same and of different magnitudes: a mobility of illusory forms immobilised in space, remobilised in air: a past which possibly had ceased to exist as a present before its future spectators had entered actual present existence."

Maybe we should not dare to question reality, or we will fall in the black hole, like Alice, that great allegory, when reason opens and splits what can not be divided