All of my attempts at defining the word “infinite” this week have been within my human realm.
When I tried to think of ideas to define the concept I came up short. Most of the things we measure in our lifetimes, although seeming impossible to actually count, could, if given enough time….be counted. The words we have to say, the number of days we’ll live, the people we’ll come into contact with, the number of addresses this military spouse will have (can you tell I’m expecting yet another moving truck within the month?)….all of these things, while sometimes incomprehensible, can theoretically, be counted.
What seems to be infinite…..what appears to be uncountable, really isn’t….
I can photograph this bridge from several different angles and it appears to never end but at the end of the day I can cross it and I know it has a finite existence.
Which brings me to grains of sand, raindrops, and blades of grass. Now we’re getting into the realm of infinite numbers. Since no human could possibly have enough time to count all of them does that define the word for me?
Almost, but those are all still things that exist within my human understanding.
I think the word infinite is best understood in religious terms and by those who have stepped beyond the bounds of our world. At that moment I can’t help but think that a hugely fundamental shift occurs in our thinking and yes, suddenly we understand the concept of infinity.
At that moment the finite no longer matters.
Ultimately, my truest grasp of infinity is through my concept of faith.
I can’t see what’s at the end of the road but I trust that it’s there and that it’s infinitely wondrous.