Of the Infinite

Mysterious, never ending Is what we call infinity. Mind-boggling, yet exciting; A concept that disturbed serenity. Considered a taboo, Great minds it defeated. Thinking it of divine understanding, Even Galileo felt depleted. Cantor argued its purpose, Though that man's fate, Sanity drained slowly, Was decided by that sideways eight. The integers and evens, To name just two, Are sets never ending. Ever extending is the universe too. No small idea, And seemingly a paradox. To consider this conundrum Makes my head feel full of rocks.