We Are Infinite
We are always and already changing, transforming, evolving at every moment in multiple ways — our bodies, of course, as blood and oxygen and shit pass through our veins and intestines and noses and lungs and skin is sloughed, continuously; and the rest of us, too, as moods and desires shift relentlessly. Just think about your day: you are constantly, relentlessly, ceaselessly thinking, feeling, becoming something different — or at least I am.
Now, geometry deals with shapes in space. But what happens when time enters the equation and becomes constitutive of space? When change becomes constitutive of a shape, of an object? That is the domain of calculus.
And calculus gives us something incredibly interesting: the infinite series. That is, it gives us particular trajectories of infinity, different things winding and meandering and drifting infinitely in their own way.
So think about this. As we are temporal creatures — as we are always and already changing — we are not set in stone. Our identities are not this or that per se; our identities are this trajectory of becoming, this infinite series. Consider someone's life, all the ways that person went, all the different twists and turns — of spine, mood, liver, skin, diet, attitude, career.
Time makes us unpredictable (within limits) and uncertain. But does it make us infinite? I mean, sure, we are a series but we end in death, don't we? What makes us infinite?
Well, do we end in death? And, no, I'm not talking about heaven or hell but I am talking about a kind of afterlife. I am talking about the way we live on — in effect, in affect, in the memories not only of individuals but in the memories of the world itself.
Think about it like this. A star explodes in some distant galaxy. This explosion sets off a series of events throughout the cosmos as matter is fundamentally realigned, even if only very slightly. That star may be gone but its effects live on, infinitely, as its very being has reshaped the cosmos forever.
Well, we are all stars and, yes, one day we explode but that does not mark the end of our series, only an inflection point within its infinite trajectory.