Not metaphorically. Actually infinite.
No edge. No floor. No foundation.
Then how does anything persist at all?
I followed that question for three years.
The same answer kept showing up — in physics, in biology, in ancient texts, in the shape of good conversations.
This is a pattern that shows up everywhere.
Every way you look at it shows something a little different.
But follow any branch far enough and you find the same shape underneath.
Follow a branch.
Or wander between them.
Watch the branches rhyme.
See the same shape in different light.