This is what I believe: not in infinity, but in perfection. I believe that all the universe, in all the time there is, forms a seamless and complete perfection. Maybe you call it the universe or God or Goddess - names don't really matter, since they can never encompass such perfection.
And I believe each of us is a miniscule dot within that perfection. Each of us utterly imperfect, terribly flawed ... and yet without every single tiny, misshapen dot, the whole perfection could not exist.
You may be cracked, crooked, darkened - but you are potentially your perfect self. That potential is held within the form of the universe, and so you are already it, although you don't yet experience it. Forgive your scars and missteps, don't let them hold you back, keep on reaching deeper, or higher, or further. Keep on veering back to what you know is truest about you.
Another thing I believe in is the Trickster. The wild force which breaks apart perfection. Because really, perfection can not be stable, or else it wouldn't contain the beauty of an unfurling flower, a whisper of wind like old poetry through the forest, a slow-growing smile as love is revealed. Trickster unweaves the world, and weaves it new again, so that perfection has a heartbeat, a dance, a glorious melody. And Trickster needs you to make it happen. It's your breath he knots, your flowing blood, your wishes and your untold worries. If you were not there, he'd have a hole in his weaving, and he could not make it go on.
So thank you for your existence.