[Infinitum]

Above him, before him stretched a cosmos of unimaginable grandeur. The stars twinkled like diamonds in the blackness of the sky and their light cast a brilliant glow over the landscape.

Without reason, he entered into an insight gone without return.

Galaxies, like great swirling vortexes, stretched across the universe, their tendrils of starlight reaching to the far reaches of the cosmos.

In this realm of fantasy, the beauty of logic and common sense were involved, replaced by the whims of the cosmos itself. Stars and planets danced strangely and wonderfully, intertwining their orbits in a celestial ballet.

The very fabric of space and time seemed to bend and twist, warping reality itself into a kaleidoscope of color and light.

His hairy worlds, his palms galaxies and his thoughts the universe; an infinite extension that it could not support in its limited reality.

"Did you enjoy the experience?" A voice asked, undistinguished in its inexplicable variability. Without black or white, femininity or masculinity.

The voice belonged to an old man, who projected madness to the outside from his appearance. With disheveled hair and careless hygiene, he wore a large sorcerer's hat.

Federick, who had been detached from a fantastical optical reality, kept a bored gaze observing the distant but close cosmos.

"Answer the question of the 'divine beloved'! For I am great, without distinction in a hollow reality." The old man proclaimed between rages, with ridiculous facial micro-expressions.

But incredibly, at his word...

Nothing happened, the atmosphere being undisturbed.

But beyond a small space in a vast existence...

Things happened, things that are beyond the power of the narrator.

What did not catch the attention of the irrecoverable young man, who thought about his experience of going beyond his body; being in fact, ironically, their current situation.

"Well, you continue with a bitter face and without reason, but beyond... The solitary one who is called immortal, sang divine lyrics through his flute; the divine bird proclaimed the cry of his birth to the four sacred winds; and "A wife of the Celestial Emperor was unfaithful to him. It was me." The old man exclaimed, as he rummaged through his head, exposing his virtue, a mad-eyed virtue.

"Be silent once and for all; you don't find results, why poke around?" Said another voice, the same voice meant for echo.

But to the curiosity of both of them, these same words were the words that regained Federick's consciousness.

"Are you also ancestors?" The young man's voice was heard, who curiously asked; To the old man's astonishment, there was no fear or misfortune in his tone.

"I guess I'm not the only one without common sense." The old man said.

"You're just stupid." The other voice responded, knowingly.

"It depends from what perspective you look at stupidity. Since you don't know how to philosophize, you won't recognize or understand my words." The old man refuted, convinced in his parable.

The young man heard this same conversation with no content in common sense; who remained silent, waiting for the answer to his question...

Conversation that revolved around a discussion regarding common sense, logic, from logic to fallacy, and from fallacy to swords...

"In fact, I only agree on one point: Fallacy would be an appropriate name for a sword." The unknown voice said; who became a slight familiarity for Federick.

"Dad...?". Federick suddenly said doubtfully.

"I prefer: "Sword that wields and murders sky." Said the old man, making his position known from respect.

...

In fact, to Federick's surprise, the unknown voices turned out to belong to his father and a lecherous old man...

Or so his description of the wise emperor's nieces made him think; who to say, his age was unlimited, experiencing eons.

But it turned out that the "sage emperor" was a generalized nickname for brave men, and the "nieces" were abstract descriptions of a profound Taoist concept...

All that content from a half-hour conversation.

"Listen well, brat! The name of whom you humbly refer to is the glory of the Infinite. Yes, he called me Infinite." The old man, recognized as "Infinite", proclaimed with absolute certainty.

"Do not make a mess with your dishonesty... Your name is not Infinito, you are Infinitum." Amagatzu mockingly refuted.

Thus, another short heated discussion was simulated.

Federick, stunned, decided to observe the surrounding area; beautiful and unknown, like the skin of a beautiful lady.

"I see that you enjoy your time, but don't reduce the value of ours... Come, come closer." Amagatzu uttered, watching as his son looked curiously at everything around him.

At his voice, Federick listened. He approached carefully, staying at a distance from "Infinitum."

"Bleh, poop boy; I don't have any illness for you to act with such contempt." It was Infinitum's response to the demonstrated behavior.

Words that Federick ignored.

"Keep your awareness open to each ephemeral change; this is a journey of growth, which was granted to you with total solidarity." Those were the words of Amagatzu.

"From our infinite consideration and benevolence." He interrupted infinitum with talk and verse, typical of a charlatan.

"Reality is inexact, its variable being its own existence. Observe, like my five fingers, their appearance is similar, but they are not; and even, in their basic functioning they can find polarity... This is the variable, the variable of infinity. Variable that multiplies in its infinity. The theory of realities". Amagatzu began his speech seriously, trying to teach common sense to his beloved ignorant son.

"Look, look, child... These five fingers are like men's: similar, but different in their depth and polarity. You know, the problem with women is that, pigeonholing men for the sin of the index finger, being the little finger. ... Obviously I'm talking about the nose-picking theory." He imparted his wisdom from old age Infinitum, expanding Amagatzu's speech into a glorifying illustrious skill.

"Look carefully... My five fingers are not fingers; instead, they are different in their similarity. The thumb, little finger, index finger and ring finger are straws, but the middle one is a log. Let's see, blow, Honorable "infinitum." Federick proposed his own theory.

Words that received the response that designated the proposal.

"Motherfucker". Infinitum exclaimed.