What does knowing about Eternity have anything to do with me? I know I am finite, mortal, and aging. I suppose the greatness of eternity is totally contrary to my quality. So I define Eternity as infinite, immortal and never change.
Then I ask again: Where and how to meet Eternity? Does gazing at the stars in the night remind me each moment to be cherished? Will paying attention to the spider in the corner bring me understanding to the creativity of the Eternity? Seeing is believing, my flesh says.
But “believing before seeing”, the Eternity says.
Yes. I want to believe and I believe: There’s Eternity beyond me.
Then the Light comes from above, dawning on me: The everlasting Now is right here with me.