Philosophical-jombie

 The Infinite is "in a sense both is and is not." I flung open the window and observed the conflict between the two boys from the adjacent apartments, which was nothing new. Their history, which I learned from my mother, reveals that their dads were rivals for a long time, and that their fathers were also rivals as well. Undoubtedly, their children may be rivals one day, I suppose so, and this will continue forever… I was wondering over the word, “forever… and rephrased it “infinite”. And I remember, I once attempted to explain infinity to some first-year pupils. I told them the following story: "I was about to eat a slice of cake when a friend stepped in, so I offered her half out of courtesy. Before I could eat my half, another friend came by, so I split it again. This happened again and again—gradually, my snack kept getting smaller. How much cake would I have at the end of this?" "None!" many of the students yelled. I wrote a sum on the board: ½ + ¼ + ...