Our minds are finite, and yet even in these circumstances of finitude we are surrounded by possibilities that are infinite, and the purpose of life is to grasp as much as we can out of that infinitude.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.
Think of something finite molded into the infinite, and you think of man.
The number of ways you can live in one lifetime is limitless. So why limit yourself? The sky is NOT the limit. Beyond the universe is.
The power of imagination makes us infinite.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
We are all capable of infinitely more than we believe.
I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.
We have to see that the human person needs the infinite. If God's not there, if the infinite isn't available, the human person creates its own paradises, giving the appearance of 'infinitude' that can only be a lie.
You and I are essentially infinite choice-makers. In every moment of our existence, we are in that field of all possibilities where we have access to an infinity of choices.
The point of life is to transcend the smallness of the finite self by identifying with things that last.