and in charge and reject such a rigid and
cyclical view of the universe as mine, realize
that if you stare at, or are in the company of
black and white long enough, they merge
into grey.  Oneness.  Stare even harder
through a high-powered microscope at the
dividing line between black and white, and
the line fades.  Fades more and more the
closer you look.  Until you see that white is
really composed of white and black strands
and that black is really composed of black
and white strands.  Greyness.  Oneness.  It
must also be said that if you look hard 
enough at grey, you will see that it is really
composed of black and white strands.

But black and white are easy to see in the
chaotic, dualistic mind of homo sapiens.  To
see and feel that fleeting moment when two
combine to equal one, to stand back and see a
grander order in this chaotic universe, is
much sweeter for it is so forbidden.  Distant.
Rare.  In the human realm anyways.

In other words my concept of infinity is
every quark as valid as your view of a