Epilogue

You can’t catch a number traveling to infinity. We might attempt to put a label on it. One ninth. Two Thirds. But the convenience of these tags only serves to underscore our inability to truly comprehend the infinite and endless nature of these numbers.

I have a label too.

Indeed, my tag of ‘Edward’ is just that, a label. A focus point with which to grasp the concept of my being.

But I, too, am traveling to infinity.

My ambitions and desires soar past the shackled frame of an identity. These are my dreams. My dreams.

My dreams become the substance of my existence.