Lethargy! Plus: "Some infinities are bigger than others."

Were I a Buddhist.  I sympathize with them, some, on the whole, self-improvement, the impetus to let go of various suffering and malignancies in their lives; its quite modern, and on the whole, marking the way to improvement or "enlightenment".  

But I'm not a belly-rubbing chimichonga.

They say, and I was told this, "some infinities are bigger than others."

Imagine the non-sense of such a static statement, but consider the erroneous label of infinity implied to numbers that are not infinite, but just very large, as if unimaginably so.

"For our purposes, this is....

infinite."

Imagine, a person or group set to exhaust the set of real numbers.  A person, a group, a crew, or a whole nation of people, either pen to paper or fingers to keyboard or both, working an inexhaustible supply of numbers.

The supply of numbers, in theory, is inexhaustible, and yet, their capacity to record those numbers in sequence, is not without limitation, such that at some point, one runs of computer memory on Beowulf or Wolfram or whatever, distributed computing platform, or genius mainframe, or the supply of paper runs out.

Almost unimaginable.  You can in fact, probably easily imagine a stoppage on such work, but to really test your brain, ask yourself what's the last number in that sequence when the supply runs out, and you might have difficulty recording just that one item, such that one single number is practically beyond our imagination.

But that's not infinite.  Its just beyond our capacity as humans, you see.  Some might call it, for human purposes, "infinite", such that it verifies the statement, "some infinities are bigger than others."

Anyway, I was reading on "infinite divisibility", and thinking several very basic points.  Now, first thing, the point was to make much of mathematics irrelevant and imprecise, to draw that out to a fine point so we could move on to something else and stop ringing our hands with worry of these calculations.

Say you keep, infinitely, cutting one piece into two, even as it gets smaller and smaller, decimal points and all.

The pieces would not only be infinite, but the pieces would really be (infinity multiplied by 2).  

That leads back to something my secret gay lover told me, not my Harris B*tch that sits in my passenger seat like a happy bulldog, but the little man meat mousse, the caramel drizzle on my vanilla cone.

He said, did the little fruit loop, that for God to be omniscient, to know everything, he would have to have a copy of the universe, or himself be big enough to encompass a projective model of everything in the universe, say like having a play set version of all reality in your back room somewhere collecting dust.

(infinity times 2).  Two almost infinities.

We sometimes talk about these things, smoking cheap cigars(White Owl), and sitting nude watching Timothy Olyphant stuff, talking like some broke-ass Jean Paul Sartre ni**as, and he tells me this one day while I'm quoting Bible verses.  The point he was making was something like, "the Bible isn't real, only what I think matters."  And God bless him, its difficult not to let him go on like that, because I think too of all the times he's sat dissheveled and ashamed, naked and alone in the corner after one of my lectures on art, himself contorted like a picasso of shame and self-loathing.