So we wonder how infinity becomes infinity

We can never know what to expect.

Yet somehow, we always find a way to formulate expectations that are rarely met exactly. We hesitate to get our hopes up while simultaneously remaining optimistic. We find ourselves responsible for examining what we do know in order to have a better grasp of what we do not. We do all this in vain. Because even though we are constantly reminded of the fantastically unpredictable nature of our lives, we can never let go of expectations. We need them to make choices, prepare ourselves for what comes next, and understand the importance of the present moment.

Right now, in this moment, we are cognizant of the infinite quantity of little moments that all add up to this one. We can throw all our expectations aside. We may have expected to be doing what we are doing at this time and in this setting, but we never could have foreseen all the experiences that made it possible. Expecting to be here, on this date, and surrounded by these people only scratches the surface of the reality: the reality that what has been our “future” for years is now our present, and here we are, developing a new future as we speak.

We always think that we know what we want out of an experience.

We fail and we succeed and we feel both proud and shameful. Time and time again our concept of expectations is transformed. The boundaries of our scope of thinking are destroyed. And anything we attempt to preserve can only be preserved in a form that we cannot recognize at first. Nothing stays the same. We change with the world around us. And as we do so, we fail to recognize that change is even taking place. The big changes are made up of infinitesimal ones. And infinitesimal changes do not even qualify as changes. They can simply be described as time. And everything in this world is like time, fundamentally infinitesimal. Some things remain as such and other things experience a shift from infinitesimal to infinite until we can never remember what it felt like for it to be infinitesimal because we never truly knew how it felt because it was too small to even feel but the confusing part is that we cannot even remember the time in between the infinitesimal and the infinite so we wonder how infinity becomes infinity and then we realize that we cannot remember the infinitesimal and the infinitesimal makes up the infinity so therefore we cannot remember the infinity until it becomes infinity and we think that it ceases to be infinitesimal all like that but the truth is it never does. So we see the infinitesimal in the infinite. We see the microscopic in the macroscopic. The spark in the fire. The cell in the skin.

A sweater never ceases to be yarn.

But it is a sweater.