Poetry arises from the desire to get beyond the finite and the historical— the human world of violence and difference— and to reach the transcendent or divine. You're moved to write a poem, you feel called upon to sing, because of that transcendent impulse. But as soon as you move from that impulse to the actual poem, the song of the infinite is compromised by the finitude of its terms.

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy.

You do realize as you grow older that almost nobody knows what they are talking about.

Infinite and finite are both mental constructs.