I am so in favour of actual infinity. It is an idea for which I have a lot of affinity. But maybe, in truth, it's just a way of speaking when my intuition about life seems to be creaking. Instead must I settle for potential infinity? An idea that, to me, is not in the vicinity. I think about cutting myself in half until, in so many pieces, I am just chaff. I think about crossing the street to meet Zeno, and when I get there asking, "What's he know?" Infinity flows from powers of empty. An idea that, to me, feels quite hefty. Infinity flows from thoughts like these. An idea that, to me, can start to ease.
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