We are Infinite.

We Just Don’t Get to Be Infinite

Being of the Absolute and Infinite is something people pine for. We want to be perfect. Have perfection. Live forever. If we can’t, then let’s at least have a relationship with it. So, we latch on to “god” and ITs omniscience. Then, on some level, there’s an infinite “we” - me and the Infinite - so we can experience unquestionable clarity (we know it all, or know someone who does), don’t really die (we’re omniscient, or are comprised of some omniscience), yada yada.

But while that may be what we want, that’s not what is. There’s much we don’t know. And we do die.

Funny thing is, I think we actually are, in a way, absolute and everlasting, just not as the human-being-package we are and how we consider ourselves. The micro components that comprise every part of me - my DNA or whatever the smallest matter is that comprises all of me and any other existence - those are everlasting.

The building blocks of atoms, the bits combined by some energy into things that become differentiated by their combination, which become differentiated into larger clusters, until they are things we humans see and call living things - those building blocks are eternal.

Carbon – a fundamental ingredient in matter – moves around, joining other fundamental ingredients to make up a tree or animal or human life form. It doesn’t die or disappear. It changes places. While the human form does not endure, its base material does.

When we die, we break down into smaller particles. Our micro parts don’t disappear. We dis-integrate into microscopic clusters, or individual minute bits, perhaps separated from the energy that held some of them together.

Everything is, as it always was – just in different forms and combinations. Yes, to our eye and mind, things live and die; but the range of our eyesight, awareness, and thought is limited, and incapable of perceiving a big picture comprised of minuteness beyond our imagination, similar to Earth as it relates to the universe.

Our mind wants to feel it’s part of everything and of everlastingness, but its lunging at omniscience while being part of the human package and its limitations, is like trying to grab a cloud.

Maybe some aspect of me senses - within my minutest parts - being everlasting, but my body senses it will not last forever as this package. Maybe my spirit wants to connect - using its package’s tools - to the everlastingness of the universe’s components, but it’s trying to square a circle.

The minute parts themselves don’t “think” or need to think. They’re everlasting. The mind, which is part of the body package, thinks and wants to have what the mindless DNA doesn’t need to know.

To think means to die. The part that exists forever, does not think. We’re a mix of the two. We think, and are comprised of everlasting components. That combination creates the conundrum of human life and consciousness. The combined components that comprise the thinking part, disintegrate. Its components live on.

Existential awareness is caught between two realities. Knowing; which precludes being that which is known.

Consciousness arises from the intersection of timeless matter and life. Their essences contradict and yet they co-exist.

We’re a fascinating paradox.