You can at least notice it, bit by bit. You can notice how time creeps forward, edging itself into your space, creating the inevitable discomfort with your location and who you are; who you have become. Honestly, I find it intriguing to read that some physicists believe that time is a fallacy. They say that it is nothing more that a mental construct that catalogs moments of change.
It's hard to wrap your mind around such a thing, because, quite frankly, most people don't have the mental capacity to be physicists. Most people avoid thinking altogether. Fine with me. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. Guess that's why I find myself wrestling with life: because I'm not stupid, and I won't fall for just anything.
Dialing it back a little, I'll say that if time is a fallacy, then God is the reality. He must exist outside of time, in whatever form he is in, doing whatever he must do. Yet, even as he exists outside of time, I know he resides in all of us.
It's hard to wrap your mind around such a thing, because, quite frankly, most people don't have the mental capacity to be physicists. Most people avoid thinking altogether. Fine with me. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. Guess that's why I find myself wrestling with life: because I'm not stupid, and I won't fall for just anything.
Dialing it back a little, I'll say that if time is a fallacy, then God is the reality. He must exist outside of time, in whatever form he is in, doing whatever he must do. Yet, even as he exists outside of time, I know he resides in all of us.