Space and Nirvana:

Its been suggested to me that I've been unfair to Buddhism in my last post. This may be true. Amida's working through the saints shows us how we are trapped precisely in the draw into nirvana; the pit of falling: the movement that drops out of infinite speed as a self-braking eddy of its force that stops infinity with infinity. A movement that is no long the pure play of infinite speeds, but posits a distance out of itself to move in on and enclose around. And this movement doesn't precisely have an infinite distance before it, which would be perfectly possible for infinite speed to traverse (infinite speed only traverses infinite distance)--but rather, in positing a distance from out of itself to contain its movement, the speed becomes a finitized distance whose infinity is always contained in the bounds of lengths. Finite in such a way that this finite frame moves with every movement, so that truly there is no movement at all, relatively speaking before the absolute, and it is the box that contains the movement that moves with infinite speed.

We cannot move to the end under our power and break down the wall. But at the end--in the middle of all bounds--there the fullness dwells of that is just love that draws us to, and gives compassion for those trapped. That there was a certain incarnation of love's feeling to all things, which braved annihilation to its end, but keeps at its core the simple vow of compassion, to be found now at the depth that has been braved; even in the fall that is now and always the road to paradise. This infinite movement that would not just be infinitesimally stopping in being before the finite end, but would take to nirvana the vow and--stop.