Finite and Infinite

While organizing my e-mails I ran into this memo that I sent to myself:

Life is infinite. Death is finite.

If we limit ourselves, we become finite; we die. If we limit ourselves every day, every day we become finite. Every day we die.

If we limit ourselves to finite measurements (money, status, etc.), we consign ourselves to specific episodes of death. If we regard ourselves as unlimited, infinite, we free ourselves to live.