Random musings

I feel the strong urge to write something...but nothins coming...hmm...

Time. The constantly flowing force that always seems to do the opposite of what we desire. Forcing us ever onward through the times that we'd like to stay in, and leaving us praying that it would advance one instant during the times when sorrow knocks at our door. How do we stand with this constantly belittiling enemy? Why must we wrap our minds around this seemingly inconsistant constant? But perhaps all these questions are another way of asking-why must we live? Time is the object through which we remember. A past, or at least knowledge of one, for us to take anything and compare it and learn it and grow it. Yet God is outside time. Does God remember things in the past? I mean, he knows everything, but does he remember things? As if they happened in the past? or does he just see everything through all time as if it happened in the present? the way we don't just see a single point along a line, but see the whole line as a whole?

hmmm....i dunno...just some thoughts.
I'll try and write something coherent later...lol