Infinity is tough to comprehend
until it’s set against its opposite.
Imagining a universal end
instead is weirdly inappropriate
and fell abrupt. If space and time can be
immense, but somehow finite in their size,
then what’s beyond that distant boundary?
An answer makes more mystery arise.

For just as we find comfort in the theme
of being born again (we wish it, though
we understand our memories are locked
in former lives), continuance does seem
more logical than cease. We almost know
infinity is our perception mocked.