Ah, individualism.  We love it.  But does it love us?  We dearly wish to pursue our own ends, we seek earnestly to find our place, our unique place in the universe.  We very much want to be who we are.
     But so does everyone else.  And therein is the problem.  We are all looking for eternity in a finite sea.
     How delightful to know, then, that beyond the finite sea is, necessarily and logically, an infinite vision.
      How else would we know who we are?