An Infinite Recursion of Time

"I was in my room, meditating, as I was wont to do. The voices outside of my shut door turned to murmurs, then vanished completely as I cut off all sound from the outside world. Though it was less cutting off the sound and more just ignoring the sound until it didn’t even register; it was less mystical in nature, and more just ferociously pretending reality wasn’t real, which was one of my specialties. A specialty that also reflected itself in how I was pretending to believe in a sequence of gods in hope that one of them was simultaneously forgiving towards blasphemy and also powerful enough to grant my wish to be teleported away."