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In defense of Infinity
There are two kinds of people in this world:
Those who believe in Infinity, and those who know their limits.
I, by no choice of mine, find myself among the former.
The free, the extreme, the unbounded.
Dare not stop me from going to infinity.
Ask not me to control myself.
Blame me not when I cross the limits.
For I see them not.
I only see the extremeties, where all merge into a singularity.
An infinitesimal minuscule point of infinite glory.
The world - a finite point in the infinite space.
With a bounded vision, the neverending is invisible.
A clear unstoppable thought, unfortunately frightens most.
And hence the infinite, transforms - bound to limit itself.
Just to fit into a finite point in an infinite space, I chain my thoughts.
"Stop thinking so much!"
But how can I? My mind recognizes no restrictions.
It denies the presence of periphery.
It wants to fly beyond the visible frontiers.
I sadly, still have to believe in infinity. I hope you don't have to.
- Author: Chirag Mehta, 16 Nov. 2002.
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