Our short time in this world, how temporary we and everything around us is, can make one question the meaning of life. By God's will, evolution led to us, made in His image. And to think about how it is, to suddenly exist, to live, to grow, to bloom and create, to slowly wither away, to die, and to move on to Heaven for eternity? To think about such thing would lead to thoughts of how simple and boring it must be, and how paradise may actually run dry. No matter how many times one is assured that the good things that await in Heaven will never run dry, it is still difficult to think that after an eternity of nothing but happiness we'd be unable to feel happiness anymore. We will never know what it's like without going forward, and to go forward would be to never come back and speak of what's ahead. Likewise, if we think of what happens when we explore the entirety of our universe, we will wonder what else is there to do. What if we acquire every last subatomic particle in the entire realm? Would we have to stop burying our dead and eat our dead instead? Maybe we might be able to find ways out of our realm by then, and once again have a seemingly infinite expanse to explore. But if there is no whole completion, it is infinite, then what is our end goal? Heck, what is the end goal of life itself, assuming that God isn't part of the end goal?