In the long hours of a recent car ride, I heard Beyoncé singing about love taking her "to infinity...and beyond." (Okay, so I like her new song Halo.) After mentally laughing for a moment at the allusion to Buzz Lightyear, I began to think about infinity (and beyond). I poured myself into imagining what it would be like to have infinity to play with. Looking over the vast distances, I came to a gut-twisting realization. Infinity sucks.
Sure, at first infinity sounds brilliant. Eternal life. Never-ending learning. Just think of the amazing knowledge you could amass. All of the experiences and understanding. All of the, well, everything!!! It's frigging infinity after all, right??
(Your mouth is watering for infinity. I know it.)
So there you are, sitting on your mountain of accomplishments. More than any human ever thought possible. You did it. You ROCK with the ultimate rock-osity. (Spark those lighters.)
Waaaaaait a minute. You got a ton more infinity left. Get off that pile of accomplishments! Get crackin'!
Infinity. Wouldn't there come a point, a final boundary, when you couldn't possibly add one more piece of information into your brain without dropping something out the back? We're only born with so much grey matter/computing power in the noggin'. Sooner or later, we would lose track of our beginning, our foundations. And when that happens, how long would it be before we forget the direction we were going? Like when you show up at the market to buy something and suddenly forget why you went.
Now imagine yourself lost like that. No sense of where you came from. No sense of your path or purpose. Too much time and experience has piled up to keep it straight.
See that over there? A whole lot of infinity left.
And Beyoncé wants even more??
No, I'll take my neat, finite existence and trust that in some small way, I left a small gift for others to carry...beyond.