I think about whether the Universe is infinite quite a bit. It really fascinates me. One path of thinking my brain takes me shows that it is beyond ludicrous for it to be infinite… there would be an infinite amount of totally insane things occurring that my mind simply can’t accept. However, another path of thinking my brain takes me along shows me that it has to be infinite. There simply cannot be an end.
This is a paradox. This is my own koan, if you will.
So, I begin to think about what the word ‘infinite’ actually means. Does the word even make sense?
Now, in Buddhism, there is no beginning, there is ‘co-dependant origination’… the beginning-less beginning. Nothing is born without being held up by all other things. So… it seems to follow that there is no end… the endless ending.
What is it that cannot even begin yet also can never end?
Fifty feet below Pluto’s surface, a golden Buddha is buried, fluorescing throughout the ice. A demon flies in Saturn’s rings and a pine tree on Earth makes its cones.
Rain patters a metal roof as coffee warms up dry bones.