Searching for infinity is rather like looking through a ship porthole and seeing the ocean surface but nothing below or above. Sometimes I feel like I have touched infinity, yet it is like seeing a lone star break cover on a dark night as the clouds part. It is like listening to a single disk on a jukebox but not hearing the music from generations past and future. As I read a noble book or listen to a child speak, I feel infinity slip from my grasp. I feel but a speck in the universe, but I am aware. And I see the Northern Aurora