Every Point is more than a point,
It has an area, a finiteness of existence.
It takes up space, remains through time
Like a shadow novel hiding among pages.
It refuses to exert itself on the universe
But in its existence, rids universe of ignorance.
Many say, reality started from a point
But when was the Point merely a point?
'Zero to Infinity' might be their choice;
In finiteness lies a quiet flamboyance.
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