How fooled by time we are, sitting watching our clocks for boredom or pleasure. Why push time away for it is precious, a concept measured and mastered in the control of history, marked and denoted by the concept and yes it is another form of control, it is only marked for the purpose of control, control of this and that and even the other, if time were but a sense it would make no sense for it just denotes episodes in fragments, large or small in recall of the mind. To make focal points, for man’s only interest is that of his survival. So time is ticking and perhaps father time is only try to make sense of what can never be so. Time makes fear, is it now running out .
Religion
Religion picks you up, then throws you away. Point north my son and look up, you will discover a better light climb the etheric staircase let energies be your host, catch the wave and feel this eternal ripple, softly beneath your fragile self.