Obviously I can only make a limited number of hidden pages. Obviously it’s not within my abilities, nor anyone else’s, to make an infinite infinity of pages and devise hidden links between them, forever.

I don’t have to. Everything I make has a history behind it. No one is ever born alone or dies alone in this world, and it’s the same for ideas. My words are already heirs to a dynasty, and if you start scratching the paint off who knows what you’ll find?

I don’t need to create an infinity for you. The universe has already provided us an infinity. All I have to do is tell you it’s there, waiting.

It’s there.

It’s waiting.

Do the frogs divvy up your life? Do the frogs nibble it away, poop bits of you out away into stagnant pond water years?