Two things about me.

A star that shoots is remembered by the dynamic of its rise and fall but a star that shoots that flares and stops has left no trails or bursts of light when it begins and ends.

 

Thus with no gradient of birth and death it remains infinite.

 

AND

 

As a child I would have a reoccurring vision of an enormous crystalline chamber of ice that carried within it an unflinching eternal flame burning brightly with immeasurable heat. Yet somehow it never melted its casing.