When the small is so small that it almost touches the farthest possible end of “infinity,” it becomes uncatchable. It is the point that we freely choose to call the “point” of “absolute speed” when the smallest, or near the smallest, when looked at, appears to be a particle and, when not looked at, seems to be a wave. The smallest must be the trembling of “matter” near the point of zero. It has nowhere to go except into the bigger. The life of the small is the life of the big.