Infinity has no ending,
It is boundless and unbending.
No power can delay the course,
Of the irresistible force.

And "nothing" is its counterpart,
There is no beating in its heart.
Yet it deserves the same respect,
It's the immovable object.

Each one of these is absolute,
A concept science might dispute,
But if you view it logically,
Perhaps you might agree with me.

For "nothing" is clearly defined,
And it is perfectly designed,
It is the absence of all things,
No space, no God, no angel's wings.

And gravity would not exist,
Though Stephen Hawking might resist.
No scientific articles,
On subatomic particles.

And space and time could never be,
No empty void for gravity.
Each theory science has defined,
Was conceived by a human mind.

Imagination fueled their spark,
That life came bursting from the dark,
But even darkness can be framed,
Identified, and duly named.

But "nothing" is absent of this,
It's not some stygian abyss,
No defined "thing" will you detect,
In the immovable object.

Ideas have another source,
That's the irresistible force.
Within, ALL "things" can be defined,
Imagined by the human mind.

Infinity won't be contained,
Its nature cannot be constrained.
There is no "nothing" at its end,
No other force can make it bend.

And if perception dwells in you,
Could it not then as well be true,
That perception might also be,
An aspect of infinity?

Imagination can be framed,
And perception properly named.
Which means such concepts must exist,
So consciousness can't be dismissed.

Are such ideas so far fetched?
Has logic been overly stretched?
Must thought be an organic trait?
Or is it an infinite state?

Was the irresistible force
Conceived by an opposing source?
Could it have come, as some expect,
From the immovable object?

Such opposites could never meet,
This is an impossible feat.
If one exists, the other can't,
Despite the seeds some theories plant.

Reality is what's perceived,
Our minds accept what is believed.
But more exists beyond the veil,
Infinite seas on which to sail.

And I will sail these seas with you,
Where every port of call is new,
No power can delay the course
Of the irresistible force.

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