riddle me ree

‘What is it that never ends?’ a voice comes in from behind the car. “numbers” I answer. “no not numbers, except numbers what is it that never end?” “uhhh…..hmmmm” I am trying to concentrate on the road. I try and swerve through the two dogs, 42 men in lungis, three goats and six cows. “sky?” I ask hopefully. I assume the riddler has not read Einstein’s theory on time and space being curved and hence technically the sky is finite (or something like that). “noooo. Sky can end nah? Beyond the galaxy sky ends nah?” “ok” I think that could be right. I wonder why it required an Einstein to figure that out. So what never ends? “I don’t know, you tell me” A hand comes in from behind my seat with the palm outstretched. Why is that you wonder? Silly you. You don’t get any answers in a riddle unless you officially give-up and the ritual for an ‘official give-up’ is to slap the palm of the riddler before you get any wiser.
I slap the palm with one hand. The other hand still swerving through the infinite mass of humanity roaming around with a small bucket. Half going towards their morning beckoning with their small container full of life sustaining liquid; the other half coming back with their empty containers, the liquid being used for more earthy utilities.
“LIFE” the answer comes in a matter-of-fact tone. “laaiiiiffff?” “ya life”. Hehehehe. I can bury this one. Life is not infinite. People die all the time. Everything dies all the time. I will win this round, I smirk to myself. “but life can die” I blurt out. “but if many people die some others will remain nah?” “ what if a bomb bursts and all of us will die” “then also there will be life. See. When the dinosaurs all died then man came nah? Like that life will always be there.” Oh shit. “You are right. Some bacteria, some organism something will always remain… ALIVE”. “ ya, god will there to put more life”
Quick thoughts raced through my mind. She is right. Even if we bomb the world, radiate it, pollute it, screw it, some life will remain. It is, to my mind, impossible to wipe out life completely. Possibly history is playing a funny trick on us. There is an infinite cycle at play. Organisms create life as we see it, we develop, progress, bomb the shit out of everything, all die out; back to organisms, living again creating new life again, possibly a new set of patterns, different types of living things, bombing polluting, fighting the shit out of each other, dying and then again...
Oops, I can’t over take on this curve, too many people walking on the road and the possibility of mad BEST buses coming from that side. Stay in.
hmmm… a six year (six and HALF) ya ya.. ok... a six and a half year old’s riddle logic can be quite .. quite… ummm… quite… I don’t know. I give up. Where is the palm for me to slap?