We are annoyed with ourbarretic songs yet we preceive our universe as finitely curved but infinite. We live on a globe where one can travel infinitely in one direction (if some immortal were infinitely so inclined). We use the endless band of gold to represent our endless love for our current spouses. Everyehere we look we see Hoop Snakes holding their tails in their mouths, endlessly rolling down some road to Rome. What's is not to like?