Do you remember when we talked about this? I said I thought it was dumb that all of the monotheistic religions believed in one God but couldn't recognize the it's the same God. They've just given it different names and have fought over it for millennia. I'm glad to read you are more open to others here.
No Kelly! I don’t remember talking about this to you but glad to be reminded and glad to know what you think regarding this topic!
Yes! Nobody really knows who God is, how He/She looks. Whether He/She is formless even.
Every religion has its own belief. Every religion says God gave the words to them what they have written down in their sacred scriptures.
It makes one wonder, if God can create the whole entire universe and make it move as it does, imagine how we are able to immediately feel every part of our body at will, we have sense organs all over the body, what a wonderful design that is and wouldn’t there be an intelligent creator who did that?
So then why does he give man scriptures in his own language instead of carving them on rocks and trees and deserts and what not and expect man to follow it and if not, meet the consequences?
If everything is encompassed within God, does infinity really exist? And if God and His word and our soul are timeless, without beginning or end then who is God really? Is He infinity then?
Your mind really went wandering through math class, scripture, astronomy, linguistics, and philosophy… and somehow came back with a cup of tea and a cosmic shrug. I love it.
You’re right — infinity isn’t “endless,” it’s “we don’t have the tools to measure this yet, please hold.” Endlessness is a promise; infinity is more like a raised eyebrow.
And the way you pulled “the Word” into it — Vedas, Bible, creation itself — honestly made my brain do that little sparkle-pop thing. You’re tracing the idea that language isn’t just communication, it’s architecture. Animals live their lives; humans narrate them. Maybe that’s where the trouble starts… or where the magic starts.
Your questions at the end felt like someone opening doors in a hallway that has no walls. Where is the word? Where is God? Where are we? And where is infinity?
I don’t know — but I loved following you as you asked.
What I was trying to say is that we don’t know that we don’t know the truth there is to know for all of us. And since we don’t know that we don’t know, we either assume that we know it all or we assume that it’s unknowable.
But if we stop to think and deconstruct it, just like we can count some things such as the words we utter over a lifetime even though it appears infinite at face value, we can deconstruct and find out the truth behind a lot of things in life.
When we talk about infinity, we assume it is endless. What I am saying is, even though the stars and galaxies appear to be infinite to our minds, they are not endless. They will have an end point somewhere in space. Even space might be have a limit. We don’t know that.
What we do know is that infinity, that which appears as endless might not be and we would not do anything for ourselves if we assume that some things are unfathomable. A methodical approach to deconstruct can alone lead us to the truth about everything.
Infinity may be endless. But it’s most probably not. The Bible says that the heavens are a canvas that can be folded away. Black holes seem to suggest the same thing. We don’t know what we don’t know until somebody takes the courage to explore into it like Columbus tried to find India.
The only thing that seems endless appears to be God and His Word. Since they have been proclaimed in both the Bible and the Vedas as endless. We don’t know. We cannot know. Because we haven’t met God in person. Only that mystery can be safely assumed as endless or infinite.
But that also needs to be explored as much as we can. If not for conducting these explorations, what is life? Why should we have a sixth sense if we are simply going to live, conduct our lives like animals do and die when that time comes!
That’s the meaning of my poem.
Thanks again for trying to deconstruct it Adriao! I appreciate it so much!
Do you remember when we talked about this? I said I thought it was dumb that all of the monotheistic religions believed in one God but couldn't recognize the it's the same God. They've just given it different names and have fought over it for millennia. I'm glad to read you are more open to others here.
No Kelly! I don’t remember talking about this to you but glad to be reminded and glad to know what you think regarding this topic!
Yes! Nobody really knows who God is, how He/She looks. Whether He/She is formless even.
Every religion has its own belief. Every religion says God gave the words to them what they have written down in their sacred scriptures.
It makes one wonder, if God can create the whole entire universe and make it move as it does, imagine how we are able to immediately feel every part of our body at will, we have sense organs all over the body, what a wonderful design that is and wouldn’t there be an intelligent creator who did that?
So then why does he give man scriptures in his own language instead of carving them on rocks and trees and deserts and what not and expect man to follow it and if not, meet the consequences?
If everything is encompassed within God, does infinity really exist? And if God and His word and our soul are timeless, without beginning or end then who is God really? Is He infinity then?
One thing for sure, my questions are endless! 😂
Yes, Shalini, one thing is definitely true: your questions are endless. Both of OUR questions are endless. Errrr... I mean, infinite! 🤣🤣🤣
😂😂😂👌
Your mind really went wandering through math class, scripture, astronomy, linguistics, and philosophy… and somehow came back with a cup of tea and a cosmic shrug. I love it.
You’re right — infinity isn’t “endless,” it’s “we don’t have the tools to measure this yet, please hold.” Endlessness is a promise; infinity is more like a raised eyebrow.
And the way you pulled “the Word” into it — Vedas, Bible, creation itself — honestly made my brain do that little sparkle-pop thing. You’re tracing the idea that language isn’t just communication, it’s architecture. Animals live their lives; humans narrate them. Maybe that’s where the trouble starts… or where the magic starts.
Your questions at the end felt like someone opening doors in a hallway that has no walls. Where is the word? Where is God? Where are we? And where is infinity?
I don’t know — but I loved following you as you asked.
Thank you dear! Happy once again. Your words bring a smile to my face!
This reflection feels like standing at the edge of mystery, where words falter before the vastness of infinity.
It begins by separating infinity from endlessness, showing infinity not as a number but as an unmeasured horizon.
Our lives, our minutes, our words can be counted yet stars, galaxies, grains of sand resist all numbering.
Infinity here becomes the name we give to what overwhelms us, until we learn how to count the uncountable.
The Bhagavad Gita and the Bible are invoked, both speaking of the Word as eternal, as presence before time.
The poem wonders if these traditions are whispering the same truth: that language itself is divine breath.
It asks why humans cling to words while animals live without them, yet still belong fully to life.
Infinity becomes not endless repetition, but a space where meaning dissolves into wonder.
The questions where is the word, where is God, where are we open like doors into silence.
And the closing gesture is tender: to rest in peace with mystery, to accept that infinity is not to be solved but lived.
What I was trying to say is that we don’t know that we don’t know the truth there is to know for all of us. And since we don’t know that we don’t know, we either assume that we know it all or we assume that it’s unknowable.
But if we stop to think and deconstruct it, just like we can count some things such as the words we utter over a lifetime even though it appears infinite at face value, we can deconstruct and find out the truth behind a lot of things in life.
When we talk about infinity, we assume it is endless. What I am saying is, even though the stars and galaxies appear to be infinite to our minds, they are not endless. They will have an end point somewhere in space. Even space might be have a limit. We don’t know that.
What we do know is that infinity, that which appears as endless might not be and we would not do anything for ourselves if we assume that some things are unfathomable. A methodical approach to deconstruct can alone lead us to the truth about everything.
Infinity may be endless. But it’s most probably not. The Bible says that the heavens are a canvas that can be folded away. Black holes seem to suggest the same thing. We don’t know what we don’t know until somebody takes the courage to explore into it like Columbus tried to find India.
The only thing that seems endless appears to be God and His Word. Since they have been proclaimed in both the Bible and the Vedas as endless. We don’t know. We cannot know. Because we haven’t met God in person. Only that mystery can be safely assumed as endless or infinite.
But that also needs to be explored as much as we can. If not for conducting these explorations, what is life? Why should we have a sixth sense if we are simply going to live, conduct our lives like animals do and die when that time comes!
That’s the meaning of my poem.
Thanks again for trying to deconstruct it Adriao! I appreciate it so much!