Infinity is not a number. It's a process. Yinsanity fosters a creative response to this process: human encounters with Infinity.

Literary art, which originated in the Kingdom of the Earth [Mesopotamia] as an expression of grain manifests and tax levies, evolved into the sorcery of money, time intervals, geometry, astronomy, weights and measures, and heaps of lists and catalogues - and, only then, after describing the actual world, after creating a coded picture of our specific material situation, only then did this art become useful beyond the Kingdom, in exploring the transcendental reality of Infinity through creative writing.

Where events transpire that have nothing to do with the outer world - dreams, hallucinations, imaginings - we find ourselves in a chimerical domain, the badlands of heaven at the vagrant frontier where the Kingdom of the Earth ends. The ability to create coded pictures of this haunted place developed only recently with the invention of literature.

Some of the pictures from the wilderness of fantasy are startling. Such as the journey of Gilgamesh, or that white whale - or vampires. Literary figures partake of a truth confirmed by 21st century science, mathematics and philosophy: Like the googolplex position of pi, or infinity, or God, they are real, because they don't exist.

We can learn a lot from what is real, we who merely exist. So, for example, when vampires speak, we might listen:

You say we are evil. And the fever mosquito? The tsetse fly? Where else is the vertex of supernatural evil and human light but in the heart of nature? Look out at the inexorable day. What is it? This rock, that star, the emptiness between. Does the confidence of your dreams lie in this? Evil comes to us as reverence and truth shining through the brain's deceptions. Embrace it. For, I tell you this in all sincerity, strife and love are the workings of one design whose absence itself is its presence.