What bothers me about the idea of infinity, if anything that can happen will happen, then any situation anywhere will exist in infinite numbers simultaneously. Thus there might be an infinite number of Dales chattin' with an infinite number of Als, another infinite number identical except in which "chattin' " is spelt out
A billion trillion Alan McDougall’s
One day I found myself walking down a long road and as I made each step or movement I could feel a billion trillion other selves moving off infinitesimally forming different versions of me.
Who amongst this infinity of Alan McDougall’s was the original? Was it I that walked the path faintly aware of ghostly other Alan McDougall’s reaching outward, inward and in every at every speed, through all eternal time frames in an infinity of directions into different eternities, multiple other dimensions.
I saw heavens planes and universes so strange that my other selfs were great beings of light and other versions of me were made up of darkness from translucent, to opaque, and then colourful and finally monochrome.
We Alan McDougall’s after a trillion billion epochs of time will come together and merge into one great being.
I saw different aspects of myself stretching out with me in the middle and all my other companion selves gathering around my central point like an immense uncountable crowd of similar Alan McDougall's, stretching out into the far distant infinite night and day, light and dark, monochrome and blazing colours.