Questions

Infinity is wide, so they say. It's closed, but open as the sky.   Both borderless but framed as I?   Still motion? Both a point and a line?   I'm standing, balanced, here, but moving all the time?   The universe expands, bursts with every breath-- one hundred thousand miles a minute, maybe more.   This might be right. It's what I'm told. Which means I'll go a million miles before I'm very old.   My Mother's behind me. But if she weren't she, Who would I be?   Her mum's behind her forever and ever on and on mum behind mum ad infinitum.