A Clever Disguise
2006-03-04 - Almost nearly done digesting str

Then, a thousand teeth made their way up the hills and into their dwellings below the rocky formations. Their conversations rarely strayed from the steamy topic of butter. A jaguar, who happened to be sitting in a tree above the teeth, overheard these passionate conversations and wondered to himself about the lack of passion in his own life. Basket weaving had always intrigued him, but he wasn't a particularily patient or dextrous jaguar. He became determined to maul a philosopher, consume him, and take up philosophy for himself. Cleverly, he transformed himself into a rather frustating concept that went like this:

Imagine infinity. Vastness spreading out forever in all directions. Imagine cutting that infinity in half. You're left with two infinities. An infinitely large slice separating two equally infinite spaces. Infinite, unending spaces, that somehow continute to be infinite after having being quite finitely split in two. You could even just simply take a straight two-dimensional line that went on infinitely in both directions, split it in two, and be left with two separate infinities. How exactly can infinity have a finite point? How can infinity begin? Doesn't giving infinity a begining prevent it from being infinity at all? If infinity is only infinite in one direction, is it still infinity? And if we take our originally imagine 3D infinity that we split in two, and halfed it again, what have we got? Four infinities. How many times can you split infinity? Infinity! Imagining infinity is dreadfully impossible enough, let alone imagining infinite infinities. There is enough space in infinity for so vary many nearly-parallel dimensions. Think of it- one entire infinite universe for every possible placement for every possible molecule to be in every possible position in every possible moment in an infinitely large period of time. Time can begin, but not end, or end and not begin, and still be infinite....

The jaguar under this simple, but still somewhat boggling, disguise, entered the mind of a stray philosopher and the proceeded to consume him from the inside. He lived out the rest of his years being delightfully passionate and entirely content to be sitting in sunny spots philosophising, as all cats ought to do.

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