if I had a name, it would be something catchy
I can describe cardboard in as many ways as anyone can,
the infinite amount of pickup games played in cul de sacs around the nation,
is the exact genetic makeup of the words used to know them.
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Infinity is the numerator riding the denominator of finite senses. The world places emphasis on descriptions and comparisons. the [all/one] thing.
Seriously, either the world is infinite in possibilities;
and underneath that man is the donkey ridden, & possibilities are limited. The limitation is like a filter cutoff where a certain frequencies are not allowed. This 'not allowing of certain things' is the swash of the paintbrush where one side is limited line and the other is always about to be, or the food eaten where energy is taken from bites taken and used to take another, and another.
The world is limitless, but the efforts taken are limited, but they are taken out of the limitless, so their limitedness is unlimited.