Infinity is small as the tiniest fraction of a fleeting moment and large as all timeless eternity —
it is ever beyond the comprehension of all religions and sciences both those that have been dreamt and those yet to be dreamed —
it is where space and time are one and creation is but an abstract, chaotic, cacophoness thought of consciousness floating in an ocean infinite unorganized information; where all things are happening at once and not at all —
it is without answer, but it’s answer is absolute —
and as all these words attempt in futility, to describe Infinity, so too they in futility attempt to describe LOVE —
and you may friends are so much less than you have doubted, yet so much greater than you are capable of imagining —
thrive now, live, LOVE life my brothers, sisters of all shapes and kinds and those who choose to be undefined, you are the infinite experience on the endless odyssey…
“There is a wide yawning black infinity. In every direction the extension is endless, the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce. But most of all, there is very nearly nothing in the dark; except for little bits here and there, often associated with the light, this infinite receptacle is empty.
This picture is strangely frightening. It should be familiar. It is our universe.
Even these stars, which seem so numerous, are, as sand, as dust, or less than dust, in the enormity of the space in which there is nothing. Nothing! We are not without empathetic terror when we open Pascal’s Pensées and read, ‘I am the great silent spaces between worlds.’
[From an undated, handwritten piece of text from the early 1950s which Sagan wrote when he was an undergraduate at the University of Chicago]” ~ Carl Sagan