∞

She goes around with a dark marker drawing a symbol. The symbol for infinity. You know which one, the one that looks like an eight lying on its side. She has been doing this for days and days. At all times and on every surface flat enough for her marker to work. And as she draws the symbol yet another time, she wonders why would Infinity be represented by a lazy number. But maybe it is not sloth that has eight in that position, maybe it is tired. She starts to make one more symbol, but this time very carefully, as if trying not to wake it up. Maybe it has been here for too long and it is bored to death. She walks away from her last creation with a grim face and solemn movements, but soon finds a new place to draw, and this time it is wide enough to draw a really big one. As her marker moves slowly, she thinks maybe it is not a number at all. It could be a pair of eyes, wide open, but completely white. Blind. But blind eyes are useless, aren’t they? The really big symbol is now done, and she likes it so much that she stops for a while to contemplate it. Infinity is something so large, no one can see where it starts or where it ends, she thinks quietly, it is something so big no one even notice it is there. Like if they were all blind. Yes, she nods, that must be what the pair of blind eyes mean… but that is boring, so she moves on. There are still many more symbols to draw. To make up for the time she just lost, she starts to draw a series of very small symbols, and watching at the little things there she wonders if the symbol could not be related to something just as tiny. A single cell. Caught in that moment where it divides in two. Mythosis she believes that is called. A simple process that repeats itself over and over. Forever. Thus a perfect way to represent Infinity. But she knows that is just a fairy tale. She has been told not to believe in what myths say. But maybe the cells are not trying to get away from each other, maybe what they are trying to do is get together, like chromosomes. Looking for a companion, someone that understands them and completes them, someone made just for each other. And maybe it is that longing that is eternal. Infinity. She likes that one. Now, if she can figure a way to incorporate a pony into that idea it will be perfect. A new idea of how to draw the symbol pops into her head and she smiles, maybe, she thinks…

Somewhere in the world, a man gazes at the night sky, at infinity, and the vision of this innocent, creative and carefree girl comes to him. And he smiles too, and wonders if she knows that all time and all space, that every living creature and imagined idea, and even every feeling, good and bad will keep existing until that marker of hers dries up.