Infinity

Ever since I was young, I wondered about infinity. What is it? Why does it exist? And most importantly, why is it so unimaginable?

As most people know, kids (like me) like to imagine, but if you can’t imagine, it feels weird. For example, imagine that you are free to fly anywhere you want. Thats what imagining feels like to me. But when you can’t imagine, it feels (to me) like you’re trapped in a box that is cramped and dark, yet you can just feel a subtle breeze from the outside.

So now infinity. Nowadays, I stay awake longer than I’m supposed to, on the bed. In this time period, I try to imagine infinity. But as I explained earlier, it’s almost like I’m cramped inside that box, but I know that outside you’re free.

Infinity is, well, infinite. If I imagine it in time, my brain hurts. If I imagine it in items, I fall asleep. But the only way that I can really imagine it is in math. Wait wait wait. Actually, no, that last statement wasn’t true. Hopefully you get the point by now😣?

My point is, infinity is infinite. And if you can imagine it, good for you! That means that you have an extremely sophisticated brain that I cannot imagine. And it also means that I have, once again, got stuck inside that box😮‍💨.