Solutions

[Ataxis]

Infinity in the finite.
Pleasure derived of pain.
Few have understood me.
Fewer stood the strain.
You know me when you see me.
You find me in the eye.
No mind can keep me.
Some still try.

I am

[packajos000]

Death...
Cumbered In Thought Of God Opposite...
[...]
Life...
Kindered In Mind God Pose...
[...]
Death Of Life...
They Cycle, The Living Moral...
[...]
Infinity...
Braced In The Bosom Of All That Seemeth And Seemeth Naught Finite...
...
I Hath Given Ye Not What Thou Was Searching, Though Ye Weret Ye,
Thou Seemeth Search Of Science,
The Alchemy Of Physicality...
This Is Thy Answer, Whether Thou Ware, Of The Magic Of Æ[…]…

[Redbeck]

My dear Ataxis many thanks for an ingenious contribution and welcome to the fold of a gathering community in search of true alternative path of knowledge and understanding to offset a crumbling form of so called civilisation steadily undermining both the well being of both humanity and planet.

On that subject, our collective thoughts should be with those now in the deep slough of despair that follows the atrocity ccommitted by the forces of evil in Nice.

Thank you too to Packajos000 for his ever poetic observations on your submission.

Redbeck

For my part, I see synergy among your words with the work of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (October 21, 1772 – July 25, 1834) was an English poet, critic and philosopher who along with his friend William Wordsworth, was one of the founders of the Romantic Movement in England and a member of the creative group known as the Lake Poets.

'Aloof with hermit-eye I scan
The present works of present man —
A wild and dreamlike trade of blood and guile,
Too foolish for a tear, too wicked for a smile!'
Ode to Tranquility, stanza. 4 (1801).

'The imagination … that reconciling and mediatory power, which incorporating the reason in images of the sense and organizing (as it were) the flux of the senses by the permanence and self-circling energies of the reason, gives birth to a system of symbols, harmonious in themselves, and consubstantial with the truths of which they are the conductors.'
The Statesman's Manual (1816).

'Poetry is not the proper antithesis to prose, but to science. Poetry is opposed to science, and prose to metre. The proper and immediate object of science is the acquirement, or communication, of truth; the proper and immediate object of poetry is the communication of immediate pleasure.'
Definitions of Poetry (1811).