For as long as I can remember I have loved the infinity symbol. The mathematics, science, philosophy, simplicity and beauty of a symbol. One small equation that can fumble your thoughts.
Endless, limitless, boundless, immeasurable, eternal, unfathomable, beyond. Even the words are infinite.
Philosophically Infinity is like the soul, like the mind. Universally undiscovered or unattainable? The closer we look, the gateway shows a huge landscape of possibilities that are too large for our minds. Too large for our bodies.
Our souls are the closest we get to Infinity. A puzzle for the mind, where does it begin? But wait, what is it? What are we looking for? What are the terms? What are the questions?
Where does it begin? But wait, what is it? What are we looking for? What are the terms? What are the questions???
“To see the world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and create eternity in an hour” -William Blake
“I can’t help it, the idea of infinity tortures me” -Alfred de Musset
Miracles happen everyday. Some small, some large, some in the form of Life and others hidden behind grief. People ask questions that giving meaning to the meaningless. Under normal circumstances I would have to say that no question is unimportant. I believe that the purpose of Life is to question all and learn as much as possible. Sometimes people get lost in the physical and forget where they spend their time. So yes, I believe people give meaning to the meaningless. They look for beauty, and yet see nothing. Nothing except society.
There is beauty everywhere…Life is the largest masterpiece. Nothing could ever be replicated with such perfection. The systems, nature, chemistry, physics…mathematics.
There is also beauty created by beauty…art, literature, music…people.
Importance is objective, so is beauty. What I find important someone would consider a waste of time. What I see as beautiful others would mock. Is it not a misunderstanding? Or is it a misinterpretation?
When “important” subjects are left to the “daydreamers”. Some claim that we are taking the “wonder” out of the world. We look for beauty within…like looking for paint on canvas. Mock if you will, one day all that you hold close will be gone and you will be left with what you learned. I do not accept all, but I am willing to listen and attempt to understand.