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This is another page from my ninth book called "Dear God". I was inspired to write this book after writing "I am voting for God" on my blog. It continues in that format. Short letters (or prayers) to God. It gives me an opportunity to write more and write to God at different moments in my life.
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Dear God,

I have been thinking about infinity. It is an interesting concept. It all started today when I watched a math video involving the axiom of choice. We say that You are infinitely powerful. But what does this mean? Infinity means that there is no end. Infinity is not a state. Infinity is not a noun. Infinity does not exist for us. If something is growing or moving without ever ending (perpetual) then it has the quality of being infinite.

When discussing infinity we can use precision and limits to wrap our minds around the concept. I am wondering if anything that requires infinity can be refashioned to use a loop? 0 to 1 and back to 0. Two states and an action to get from one state to the other. We can never get to infinity. It is unreachable. It is theoretical.

We can never say that something is infinitely big, we can only say that it is growing without ending. The only way to not have an end is if you are growing without ending and to grow you must have an end at an exact point in time. And an exact point in time is also questionable i.e. whether time (and other things) are discrete or continuous.

Maybe to measure something we have to make it discrete. Sidenote - Is the speed of light a constant or is it changing so slowly that we do not have a record of it changing? So maybe that is just it. We cannot measure or describe Your power without adapting it to our limits and our humanness. We can only relate to You using our human framework.

We are missing the power of infinity to be able to fully understand and describe infinity and work with infinity. Perhaps, it takes infinity to fully understand infinity. At the end of the day we are only human with human concepts and limits. It is important to keep this in mind as we go about our daily lives. We are only human and this is humbling.
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