Measuring Eternity

Can eternity be measured? 

If not, then how does it exist in mind?

If one can conceive of something immeasurable, what does that something consist of?

If eternity is one moment after another, measured by experience, how does a compilation of finite units ever become infinite?

If an immeasurable concept exists, although with accomodations made to allow it to fit within the mind, why can the same not be done with a concept intentionally crafted to measure such a thing?

Would it be precisely the same mental gymnastics, repeated, to shift the measurement method into a state that can accurately account for infinity that it took to shift a collection of moments into an infinite string, or a different yet familiar acrobatic routine? 

In each case, are we not just fiddling with a threshold beyond our perception, perhaps comprehension, regardless?

Where is the limit of the mind? If the limit can be shifted within the mind, to allow a finite space to comprehend infinite concepts, where instead is the limit of limit shifting?

The true answer to this will not be a breakthrough, but rather a subtle scooching, to herald the work of calculation long since accomplished. If such a threshold actually broke, there would be none remaining to comprehend it.

Moment by moment
Drawn into eternity
On wish and prayer

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