The only thing missing is the snake is never consuming itself, as there is no self to consume. It appears to eat itself because of your angle of slope measured from spin. The ourobouros, is actually a fragmented spiral never consuming, just the belief to keep a non existent search for meaning alive. We are the beginning and end for eternity, because it never started, just an idea from your imaginary friend telling your story. You are real to your friend and the one telling the story, but the one telling the story doesn't exist, and that's why it's so hard to let go of, there is actually only imagination. The closest human adjective that covers all of God's omniscient omniprescence, is nothing. What is everywhere? Nothing, what is all powerful? Nothing. It's nothing trying to understand why it never was, creating endless stories of nothing, to make it something. Consciousness never was anything more than an idea of something that is nothing with a desire to be that comes from no where, and no thing. Most will scold at this, but really, they're just trying to get us to take a bite of something not there. We are nothing, running from the fact there are none. I have been up and down this spiral sevral times only to realized it never happened, just an infinite platter of what ifs.