When the intellect is ravished through love by divine knowledge and stands outside the realm of created things, it becomes aware of God's infinity. It is then, according to Isaiah, that a sense of amazement makes it conscious of its own lowliness and in all sincerity it repeats the prophet's words: "How abject I am, for I am pierced to the heart; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell among a people of unclean lips; and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts." (Maximos the Confessor)

The intellect is finite. The body is finite. I am finite.

The spirit is infinite. God's creating does not end. God's love is perpetual.

The contrast is stark. The chasm between what is finite and infinite stretches beyond the intellect's grasp.

Yet God has bridged the gap with grace. Finite I am, yet I am lifted across the divide.

Though abject and unclean, I may abide in grace with infinity.