Infinity

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~Maize Wilner

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I recently learned there are infinite numbers
between 0 and 1
0.1, 0.11, 0.112,
and on, and on, and on
like counting forever
and never even getting close to done.

But there are also infinite numbers
between 0 and 1,000,000
a space so wide it feels like it should hold more than infinity,
like trying to count every grain of sand on a beach
and realizing you’ll never truly get there.

So does that mean
some infinities are bigger than others?
Are there “infinite and a million” numbers
between 0 and 1,000,000?

I don’t know.
I don’t think anyone really knows
or maybe they do.

But that’s the word I keep coming back to:
maybe.

 

Maybe some infinities are bigger than others.
Maybe there’s a name for it.
Maybe someone already has the answer.
Maybe I could just search it up.
Maybe I don’t want to know.
Maybe I just want to hold onto that maybe.

Maybe this idea leads to something bigger than infinity
or “infinity and a million.”

Maybe people hurt others
because they’re hurting.
Maybe life works in ways we don’t see,
under the surface and out of sight.
Maybe everyone you pass
is carrying something infinite
or “infinite and a million”
You’ll never truly know.

Maybe laughter can take over
because it outweighs the sadness.
Maybe it’s okay to not feel okay
the heaviness, the hurt, the confusion.
Maybe true happiness is infinite,
or “infinite and a million.”
You’ll never truly know.

Maybe maybes are everywhere
hidden in every cry,
hidden in every laugh,
hidden in every choice,
hidden in every maybe.

 

But maybe that’s the beauty of life:
not in having answers,
but in searching for them
in asking questions so big
that even infinity couldn’t hold them,
not even “infinity and a million.”

Maybe “maybe” is uncertainty.
Or maybe it holds every answer.

Maybe some infinities are bigger than others,
and maybe life is one of them.

Maybe we’re not meant to find all the answers.
Maybe we’re just meant to keep asking
maybe.