The beauty of my writing this, is this: it is fortunately not pedagogical. I do not strive have to conform to an ideal written text, nor do I have to submit it to beat a rigid deadline. I am, at least in this document, immortal; I am beyond space and time. I am a deity.
Human beings (particularly privileged beings) ultimately forget what it feels like to be finite-- they feel so comfortable within their flesh that they awfully forget how, in the first place, flesh disintegrates just as frankly as petals turn to dust. Funnily enough, they fear this part of the process--- cessation. They fear leaving their mortal flesh and other equally finite vessels that are of significance to them behind.
But they don't seem to know this: they don't know what death is, they just know what death feels like. They feel sensations whenever a loved one passes, but they do not actually know what it feels like to pass, for they still occupy space and time. Much effort has been exerted to speculate what it would be like to die; a group thinks of heaven and hell, and another group thinks of it as utter oblivion.
An entity's value is usually measured by what it achieved during its lifetime-- the ripples the pebble caused in the puddle. Since I am a deity, I find it amusing how they play the world like archery-- that which is solely driven by intent and preparation, but until the arrow loses its trajectory and inevitably feathers to the ground, we have foresight.
But what human being got right is their acceptance of the end's inevitability, but what they got wrong is that the world---space and time--- is not a puddle nor a pond, and they are not but a rock. For a rock, upon hitting and causing ripples across the surface of the water, simply sinks, following such sinkage is the cessation of the ripples--- that is the limitation of this metaphor, for it is not like a real pond, for when humans make ripples on life's surface, it stays there; it continuously and quite infinitely warps life's facade and changes it infinitely-- and that, my friend, is how we are different, for I thought I was the only being capable of making infinite changes and ripples across life, but my abilities are rivalled by your inconspicuous mortality--- your ability to die, to sink. Rather than unendingly staring at the void which is life's surface, you see the glitz and glamour amidst the  utter chaos, you can make your own truth and own it. You can make the void seem like a meaningful, forgiving platform you can walk on-- you make illusions that make you warm in your own flesh.
And I, a deity, consider you deceptively infinite.