“Infinity” implies having no limit or no end, and a pet hate of mine is the casual way people use this word (in fact, this irritation applies to the way people massacre the English language in general and their incorrect word usage, but I digress).
I sat and thought about whether there are infinities in my life. I am not going to live forever. Logically, that tells me that it is not possible for me to experience infinities.
But if I take my feelings and life experiences into account, I’ve come up with two…
My mother’s love (I cannot remember a time when I did not have it or experience it), and the Almighty (the older I get, the more life experience I get under my belt, the more I feel His presence).
Inky Impressions 