We learned from John Green (or, if you are like me, math) that there are infinite numbers between one and two.
And so, if there are infinite numbers between then and now
All that is contained within them must too, be infinite.
And thus, if we are contained within the beginning and the end we are as infinite as the stars, as the numbers, as the sky.
But we are not infinite, because we come to an end. We, in mind, are finite. But that is only in mind.
Because there are infinite ways our body will decompose and our energy will be recycled, and one day, should the world begin again, we will be born once more.
Infinately finite.