The rock never stops, even at infinity.

石块即使在无穷远处也不会停止。

And, whilst he fondly dreams that he is grasping at infinity, does he not feel compelled to return to a consciousness of his cold, monotonous existence?

而且，当他深情地梦想着自己正抓住无限时，他不觉得有必要回到他感冒的意识中吗？单调的存在？