My dear, let’s build a bonfire, roast marshmallows, lay on a blanket under the stars.
You’d grasp one of my cold, tiny hands in your own larger, warmer ones.
With your free hand you’d point out the major constellations as we both marveled at how big space was.
Infinite? I’d say, and you would nod. Infinite, you’d agree.
And then we would lay in silence for a while, as we tried to process what infinite really meant.
Are we infinite? What is infinite? Who or what determines what “lasts forever?”
I’d turn to you, my thoughts bubbling out of my mind in question form.
What does infinite really mean?
Maybe you’d ponder that question for a while, as you looked up and tried to determine a possible answer out of an impossible question.
Ah, but when you have your answer, you have it.
I think that infinite can be whatever you want it to be. It can be 5 seconds, or it can be 5 millennia. Infinite is not how long it lasts, but what happens during it.
Infinite is how much love you feel for the special people in your life
Infinite is the length of a standardized test to a nervous student
Infinite is the labor of a pregnant woman
Infinite is a family separated
Infinite is what comes next
Infinite is what happens after death, for the
Infinite is the unknown: something we cannot ever fully understand.
For when we begin to grasp infinite, it dances away and becomes something totally different.
I believe that is our purpose in life: to try as best we can to work with infinite,
Because the day we truly understand it is the day we move on from this life.
I would look over at you, to see that you were passionate about what you’d said.
The moon reflects in your eyes, making them silvery as they gazed in wonder at the night sky.
Are we infinite? I would ask, and you’d laugh.
We can be, if we so choose. To be infinite is to make a choice. Would you like to be remembered? That is one way.
Do something wonderful with your life, even if it is small.
E.D.
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