The essence of imagination is really something that
no being other than a true human can have.
Double edged sword.
Limited only when imagined limited.
The limit does not exist,
Imaginary turned complex turned real turned rational turned natural.
Divisible by zero,
Compounded infinite,
The principle is simple.
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In that case the answer is infinite.
"Our own wonderful human Imagination is.....?!"
Thanks for the write.
Love it
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