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Is it wrong to believe that "God" is infinite. I have a hard time believing that all the answers to life's questions are contained in one book. Can't some of life's finer moments be concealed from our knowledge until we are prepared to receive them? Death. What does death mean to you? The death of a bad habit, death to a nagging thought, death to bad breath, death to the human condition. I don't see death as an end more so a beginning to new adventures. Can the life in death have its own death? Do the answers to life questions become clear anytime soon? It is a cold world yet life never seemed more clear in moments like this. My skin shivers, the rain pours slowing to a slightly less intensity. My back tightens and the toxins rustle within my body. Damn it's cold and I hold my breath making everything worse. Scared to breathe in, only to find life and death so closely related. If you take a breath in life becomes the miracle that we all look for and when we die we eventually stop breathing. So what then?