infinitarianism

There was a time when there was one line dividing two sides. One day the two got to tugging at the thing until it started to tear. So half the two patched while the other half pulled. Weakened by the depleted force, the line began to collapse. So half the patchers grabbed their bike pumps and inflated it until the cracks began to show again. Just as the millenarians donned their formal robes, somebody declared that a second line had emerged! So large had the one grown that life on each side finally outpaced the travel time between the ports.

With two lines there appeared three bodies, Left, Janus, and Right, though the old heads still only saw Earth and Ocean. Despite the resistance, personality ignited in the sparks near the poles, which twisted Janus-Left around Janus-Right. The polarity reversal split the brain but left undecided the claim of where the moment lies. Those on the outskirts of each side channeled lightening to move the center of gravity, which tightened and coiled the lines into transformers.

Even if it didn't, aligning actors in conflict around two lines looks like a monte carlo model for character and alliance generation, and the choice of Four is next year's hedge. Or a mythological navy-sized metaphor deployed to resolve a conflict I'm sure some other apple started. Either way, I'm pressing the American political family through this framing lately.