It is a fault of infinity to be too small to find.
It is a fault of eternity to be crowded out by time.
Before our eyes we see an unbroken sheath of colors.
We walk amid a congeries of colored things that part before our steps
to reveal more colored things.
Above us hurtle more things, which fill the universe.
There is no crack.
Where, then, is the gap through which eternity streams?
It is our lives we love, our times, our generation, our pursuits.
And are we called to forsake these vivid and palpable goods
for an idea of which we experience not one trace?
Am I to believe eternity outranks my child’s finger?
Annie Dillard from Teaching a Stone to Talk
If we look closely enough
we see farthest
with eyes closed
to the distraction of life’s colored things,
real and imagined.
Eternity — beyond what we can know
Infinity — beyond what we can conjure
We reach for it
because we are told
it is within our grasp.