Notes on Infinity and Silence

Imagine infinity: all that has been and all that will be, an unending description, an existence with no boundary.

Imagined infinity is the infinity of One. The infinity of the finite. One cannot imagine the infinite when so clearly defined, the ‘I’ creates a boundary, the ‘I’ concludes itself.

Infinity does not exist in this universe. Though if there were another universe for infinity to reside in, this universe would become part of its infinity.

An infinite universe is a universe without weight. Not weightless but without the conception of weight; lightness or heaviness. No strength, no time and no space.

The universe of infinity does not have a memory for memory is both light and heavy and a certain amount of strength is required to lift and contain. Memory is a product of time that exists within a space created for its conception.

Memory recalls the past to facilitate the future, and as the infinite universe does not share any physical or metaphysical attributes with the finite universe, there is no past to recall and no future to facilitate.

We want so much for the “I” to live beyond it’s means. Nothing is so incomprehensible that we create something in its place. The infinite universe is nothing. Silence. No beating of a heart, no inflation of a lung, no energy, no inner voice telling you that what you are experiencing is true silence.

The infinite universe opposes all of our existing notions, it is a paradoxical constant; it is nothing.

The closest the finite universe comes to infinity is the in light. The velocity of light is a constant and although banished from the infinite universe light can reach the borders of finitude and return to tell of its adventures. The luminosity of the stars creates their own language, their etymology hinting at our ancestors thoughts and developments and tracing our geographic movements. Light creates a path through the vacuous universe and reminds us that despite its vastness, we are enclosed, like pigs in a pen, within encyclopaedic finitude.

Every species contains within its encyclopaedic finitude an infinitesimal degree of infinity. This infinity expresses itself through tacit thought. This is not memory or intuition but an inherent understanding. The understanding that one must breath, the understanding of a new born turtle that it must return to the sea. It is a silent understanding

The root of tacit is the Latin tacitus, of tacere: to be silent.

The only true silence in the universe is that which allows us to evolve.