The infinite complexity in a blade of grass - how we all hold more stories than we tell ourselves

I'm not high! But I probably do sound crazy as I reflect on the infinite complexity of a blade of grass and life in general. I wax on about how even the most boring or mundane things and stories could hold an finite amount of detail. I even go on to refute Lex Fridman's idea that death and suffering is necessary to appreciate the beauty of life.