◊◊◊◊ The amazing Argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges [pronounced Bŏrhez](1899 – 1986) sums up our musings, so far, in an interesting short story titled ‘The Book of Sand’[12]….. He comes to the point right at the beginning “The line is made up of an infinite number of points; the plane of an infinite number of lines; the volume of an infinite number of planes; the hypervolume of an infinite number of volumes……No unquestionably this is not – more geometrico – the best way of beginning my story.”
Borges uses the metaphor of an infinite book acquired by a salesman from India whose pages are uncountable like grains of sands….

“ ‘ I acquired the book in a town out on the plain in exchange for a handful of rupees and a Bible. Its owner did not know how to read. I suspect he saw the Book of Books as a talisman. He was of the lowest caste; nobody but other untouchables could tread his shadow without contamination. He told me his book was called the Book of Sand, because neither the book nor the sand has any beginning or end.’