Infinity does not arrive.
That is its nature.
If something arrives completely, it becomes contained. If it is contained, it is no longer infinite. So infinity must remain beyond total presence. It must withhold itself.
Light is the mediator between infinity and awareness.
But light moves slowly — not weakly, but deliberately. Its finiteness protects us from total exposure. It ensures that reality is always partially hidden.
This means something unsettling:
We never encounter the universe as it is.
We only encounter what has had time to become visible.
Existence, then, is not simultaneous with itself.
The stars above are not present — they are delayed. The cosmos is never fully “now.” The infinite is always ahead of perception.
Perhaps finiteness is not a limitation of light.
Perhaps it is a condition of meaning.
If infinity were immediate, nothing would have depth. No waiting. No unfolding. No separation between being and knowing.
Distance is what creates wonder.
Delay is what creates longing.
Longing is what creates consciousness.
The finite speed of light ensures that infinity remains infinite — because it can never be fully caught.
We live inside the gap between what exists and what arrives.
And maybe that gap is where awareness is born.
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