The Qastas told me he was a roamer. He spent a moment calculating in his mind how long since he had left his native planet.
He spouted a number but it was a number that had no equal in our language. To translate it into human words would have taken several thousand years to utter, and longer still to write down.
Truly, the Qastas was full of wisdom, but what he shared with me that day, was merely a tiny drop in an ocean of infinity.