The Lie of Infinity

Humans cannot imagine a world in which

something could exist forever.

For us, everything must have a beginning

and everything must have an ending.

But- 

The end is a myth,

the beginning not yet passed.

A second in a minute-

A minute in an hour-

An hour in a day-

A day in a year- 

A year in a century-

A century in a millennia-

A millennia in a split second of forever-

stretching on and achingly old and yet still so freshly new.

This is our own moment of eternity

-Not the first

nor the last-

but it is ours.

This slow drop we cling to,

this tiny insignificant bubble of eternity

that we consider so impressively huge.

We who cannot yet see that our whole universe

is naught but a speck of dust to all that exists beyond,

thousands and millions of generations

born and lived and faded to dust.

The transformation and evolution 

of everything we know,

gone in the space of a heartbeat,

yet each millisecond lasting longer than we can possibly see.

This is infinity,

and it is something you and I,

in all our insignificant pinprick lives,

flashing fast and bright and shining,

reminiscent of the stardust making up our bones,

will never comprehend.

For infinity simply breathes and;

an endless line of galaxies and stars

and worlds and moons

and dimensions and civilizations,

lives and dies and begins and ends;

exists and ceases to.

And then infinity breathes again,

and the cycle is born anew.

So tell me again what infinity means,

as if we could trace its surface 

with our single, second-long history;

measuring up to its vastness 

with all the energy of a burning match

against the might of a thousand suns.