Why I tattooed “Infinite” on my chest.
Praise the idealism; the anomaly that veils the suffrage granted through true understanding. Here it comes! I am indifferent. The world is seen through organs and neurons and everything in between, proving more than ever that we are truly human. We are not ants, there are already plenty of those; no, we are definitely human. And in the midst of the chaos there supposedly lies a “soul” hoping for divinity. Who are we to judge the undecided? We start wars over the fear encountered by limitlessness and infinity. We call it our religion… a calling, as if we could talk to our creators. It is insolence! When did man become so full of himself, that he is of the magnitude to fathom the infinite? The philosophy of religion and free will has been debated for thousands of years, but I will have no part in it. Reason does not account for infinity, because infinity cannot even account for itself. Idealism is for oneself; a private affair to reason one’s own creation and realization of death. We are so afraid of the things that try our understandings that we destroy any evidence of their existence.
It is a flawless system, you see. No one can conquer infinity, especially when we’re all destroying each other over it.