April 30, 2008

• Infinites

  Man is a creature surrounded by infinites.  He lives as a dot in the universe, with seemingly infinite space on all sides of him.  His milisecond of a life seems but a tick in the eternity of time during which his short life appears.  Because in all places the universe is always moving and changing, and people always thinking, his intellect is infinitely ignorant of the goings on around him.  Thus, spatially, chronologically, intellectually, he is hugged to a point by infinites on all sides. 

  Inside himself he keeps thinking, and there are infinite thoughts he might think, and so he stretches infinitely inward.  Other people, too, of which there seems to be an endless supply since he cannot possibly know them all, are infinite wells of life.  Even if he dives into the well of another person’s life in hope of knowing them, learning about them for the entirety of life, he will not reach the bottom.

  The man is standing still not thinking about anything, when someone says hello to him.  Now freeze the frame of the man glancing up about to reply.  How will he respond?  When we think of all the different ways he could choose to be, to relate to other people, to conduct himself in life, we realize there are infinite possibilities for how a human might act at any moment.

  Thus, the situation man finds himself in is at the center of infinites stretching indefinitely onward in all directions.  There, struck by his awing position, he is paralyzed.  But he is not paralyzed forever, he will make a choice and move in one direction.  And thus, whatever his choice is, it is an infinite one.  

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