infinity

 theres something a little bit magical about infinity

 ive tried to write on it before

 practices that are sustained unto infinity, maybe by nature of being self sustaining

 perpetual machines

 numbers contain a kind of infinity too. you can't know, to a complete degree, about your weight. because to know it to a complete degree means knowing a number that's infinitely long

 it means knowing everything about yourself and then some

 time travel usually involves infinities too. when you breathe in a bit of ancestor air and let out that same breath of air to go into the past

 some part of that has to be infinite to be able to go an infinite number of times back in time

 thats really stale oxygen

 individuals, too, can be made up of infinite potentially individualistic parts (and it sometimes very much seems like they are, in, for instance, the ideal gas law and the estimation of the potential energy of space. the fact that they deviate from these laws doesn't imply that they aren't infinite, per se (although we know that the particles are indeed finite at the size that they must be), only that we haven't reached the bottom or the top yet. particles made of other particles)

 and they can become part of something much bigger than themselves

 nothing is infinite. like many stories about the universe, infinity is just a line that you draw. a line that never ends.

the fact that you can draw one doesnt mean that its real... does it?

 but then, we don't have anything but the stories, right?