A Special Message from the Museum of Jurassic Technology

Again began the courteous janitor;
“Come forward then unto these stairs of ours.”

At first cautiously, later indifferently, at last desperately,
I wandered up the stairs and along the pavements of the
inextricable palace. I emerged into a kind of little square or,
rather, a kind of courtyard surrounded by a single building of irregular
form and variable height. To this heterogeneous building belonged the
different cupolas and columns.

I close my eyes and see a flock of birds. The vision lasts
a second or perhaps less; I don’t know how many birds I saw.
Were they a definite or an indefinite number? This problem involves
the question of the existence of God. If God exists, the number is definite,
because how many birds I saw is known to God. If God does not exist, the
number is indefinite, because nobody was able to take count. I saw a number
between ten and one, but not nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three or two.
That number, as a whole number, is inconceivable.

       Again, then, we ask you, our unwavering friends, to “come forward” and with us continue our journey through this extensive habitation built of and for our shared visions. Please join us as we endeavor to conceive and sustain this dwelling place of our collective dreams – this dwelling that offers, at least, space in which to ask these, our inconceivable questions.

Passages drawn from:
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
Jorge Luis Borges, “The Immortal”
Jorge Luis Borges, “Argumentum Ornithologicum”

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