A niece’s husband likes to think about infinity. I can identify with that, but I also have to say that a beautiful piece of mahogany furniture has far greater interest for me. Infinity has a scope that precludes reality for those of us who are not physicists or theoretical mathematicians but good color is very real.
The decorative arts is tactile and visual. Fine art makes you feel as if it is tactile, at least good fine art does. And both the decorative and fine arts, when they are good, make you think that the creator of the chair, the canvas or whatever was thinking in some way beyond the moment of creation.
And that is what makes us interesting. Infinity exist in what we are creating, not in who we are or what we own. It exists in our children and their children. Unfortunately, it exists in hate, but it also exists in love. The answer does seem pretty simple.