Whatever has a price is actually worthless. Whatever can't be priced is infinitely precious.

The infinite exists in the space between numbers.

Beyond metrics, beyond the countable, beyond what can be grasped and held.

True richness is not found in what can be acquired, but in what can never be owned.

We mistake wealth for worth, yet actual value defies measurement.

It exists in the dimension where calculation fails, and possession becomes meaningless.

If you can price it, it's already lost its real value.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

What‘s truly worth something can never be purchased. It can only be lived, felt, and shared.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​