The mind of man is a restless, searching thing, plucking at the surface of reality in a relentless quest to discover what lies beneath.
Every so often a particularly incisive mind finds the way to penetrate the illusion; and for that person nothing is ever the same again. They have found the doorway to SKUUVUUNUUM, the trans-dimensional crossroads where the limits that restrict and protect humanity do not apply.
In a sense we all live in SKUUVUUNUUM. It is the stateless sea in which the tiny bottles of our lives rise and sink. It is the web of sub-physical energy from which the visible universe is born. It is the infinity-eternity that gives rise to space-time.
SKUUVUUNUUM has no size, no shape, no seasons. There is no fluctuation, no wave, no particle, no cloud of probability. The beings that inhabit SKUUVUUNUUM are not creatures. Their bodies are pure consciousness, their minds are pure empathy. They have no work, yet they do everything. They do not play because they have no work. They do not sorrow because they do not play.
The great mystery is this: why do these beings, who exist but are stateless, involve themselves in the physical world, in the lives of human beings and the history of our race? Why do they take upon themselves the burden of name and form and become involved in the lives of men and women? Why is the history of our Earth of such interest to those who can never be affected by the events here?
There is an answer to this question; but to understand it requires a life-altering education. That is why you are here. That is why you are reading this.

SKUUVUUNUUM:  Beyond Illusion.