It does seem like a terrible waste and a shame to have collected a lifetime of memories aware of our mortality and then to just disappear. I like your description of life as a game where you’re only given one quarter. But that’s also what makes it so exciting. If you knew for certain, you had more lives, you would be careless , less of a challenge and not appreciated as much. But I’m with you. I refuse to believe that we were created to understand the depth of love and then be subject to the cruelty of not having a choice.
It makes me think of how people use liquid soap. All free and wasteful in the beginning, but super cautious and sparing as the bottle runs low. If we had an infinity of lives, would we do the same? Yea I agree with you on that completely.
Sometimes I’d sit back and just think of all the things there are to still know, learn and discover, how many versions of myself I never explored, people I’ve yet to meet, love and laugh with, fight with and the like, and its just… I want more time to do all that, you know? Then you see others who pass on too quickly, never getting that chance due to whatever reason… Just got to believe there’s more to it in the end.
When I was very young, a day seemed to last forever and as life progressed, I rolled along collecting as I went,the time which was given me. I made my choices as I went here and there doing this and that and I see that the more time I collect the faster the ball rolls.
If there was an infinity of time, what would be the result? would time become so fast that a day would be a wink of my eye? If I could slow it down slower and slower still so I would never reach the end what would there be a cost?
Though as children everything is a mystery to us, and we’re caught up in trying to make sense of the vast unknownness of everything, using our imaginations as mortar, binding our reality together. Then at some point it… stops. Like we become comfortable with what we know, and around the same milestone time speeds up again, doesn’t it seem so? Unless we make it an abject point to “Live presently, in the moment?”
I think if I had an infinity of time it would depend on how well I could maintain my curiosity. An infinity of time without omnipotence or omnipresence would allow me to explore… everything. Read everything. Be a witness to everything. One would be unable to skim through creation, unless boredom took hold, and skewed the perception of it all… then again, time does seem to fly when we’re having fun.
It does seem like a terrible waste and a shame to have collected a lifetime of memories aware of our mortality and then to just disappear. I like your description of life as a game where you’re only given one quarter. But that’s also what makes it so exciting. If you knew for certain, you had more lives, you would be careless , less of a challenge and not appreciated as much. But I’m with you. I refuse to believe that we were created to understand the depth of love and then be subject to the cruelty of not having a choice.
It makes me think of how people use liquid soap. All free and wasteful in the beginning, but super cautious and sparing as the bottle runs low. If we had an infinity of lives, would we do the same? Yea I agree with you on that completely.
Sometimes I’d sit back and just think of all the things there are to still know, learn and discover, how many versions of myself I never explored, people I’ve yet to meet, love and laugh with, fight with and the like, and its just… I want more time to do all that, you know? Then you see others who pass on too quickly, never getting that chance due to whatever reason… Just got to believe there’s more to it in the end.
When I was very young, a day seemed to last forever and as life progressed, I rolled along collecting as I went,the time which was given me. I made my choices as I went here and there doing this and that and I see that the more time I collect the faster the ball rolls.
If there was an infinity of time, what would be the result? would time become so fast that a day would be a wink of my eye? If I could slow it down slower and slower still so I would never reach the end what would there be a cost?
Though as children everything is a mystery to us, and we’re caught up in trying to make sense of the vast unknownness of everything, using our imaginations as mortar, binding our reality together. Then at some point it… stops. Like we become comfortable with what we know, and around the same milestone time speeds up again, doesn’t it seem so? Unless we make it an abject point to “Live presently, in the moment?”
I think if I had an infinity of time it would depend on how well I could maintain my curiosity. An infinity of time without omnipotence or omnipresence would allow me to explore… everything. Read everything. Be a witness to everything. One would be unable to skim through creation, unless boredom took hold, and skewed the perception of it all… then again, time does seem to fly when we’re having fun.