The Frustrating Glimpse of Infinity

The frustrating glimpse of infinity, Around every bend and turn of page, Or link or scroll, Is an admit of defeat, Carried in the yearn for knowing.

Learning is an obsession by encounter — Of 6th-century Spanish saints Trying to save their kingdoms from Barbary, And 13th-century burning Persian poets Whose love enchants to this day.

Before them, prophets even more legendary and large, Whose influence is less possible to express in its greatness.

These distant cousins of ours could easily make us feel unimportant. They have columnal titles like The Confessor, The Farmer, The Elder. They have claims to fame such as “They standardized the period, comma, and colon,” Or “They were the last scholar of the ancient world.”

How to compete with such grandeur? Self-aggrandize? Nicholas the Vital! Or embrace the fullness of life? Nicholas the Bearer... Nicholas the Tragic... Nicholas the Plain.

This impossible infinite encounter with frustration Can become this taste of infinity through mortality.

Seek not to obtain the knowledge of all things, But to rejoice in the perfect selection of partiality For your service and edification.

Out of all things... THAT ONE! As Denny says — that among myriads.