As a consequence of some components going through to the other side of zero, some of the most extraordinary things happen, such as liquids flowing in antigravity directions. This is the inside-out Universe. All the in-facing mirrors convergently concentrating radiation back to the central focal point create a microcosmic extreme which discontinues life in that system. This is approximately the same experience of encountering the life-extinguishing coldly rational. The heartlessness of non-nuclear pure systems thinking ignites the flame in the heart that blasts the system to kingdom come.
Some people say nature is cold and heartless.
In myth, Superman visits his Ice Cave Fortress of Solitude. Here we have the birth in Unity of something in Blake, something deeply passionate yet attuned to the solitary expanses of industrial wastelands and anonymous trains bound for nameless destinations, something private and individual, democratic and friendly, yet vacant, stark, deserted. Something you find in America. Something Walt Whitman felt moved to celebrate. Here, the close ordering of Cities and the extra-human ordering of Jungle merge.