I felt a chill run down my spine as I looked up. How many stars did the night sky contain? A million? A billion? It’s possible that the number reached infinity or even beyond. I quickly became aware of how insignificant I actually was. How am I even supposed to begin to contemplate something that is infinite in scope?
When Uma stands outside and looks up at the night sky, she can’t help but feel insignificant. She starts to ponder the concept of infinite space. Is infinity a number that continues to increase indefinitely? Is it a track that goes on forever? Is it possible that an ice cream cone could contain infinity? Uma quickly discovers that the ways in which one can think about this enormous idea may just be… infinite.