Sometimes I feel very important.

I am closer to an atom than I am the universe.

I would be if we were divisible.

I think we may be mistaken about time. I think maybe time just stands in place – one moment distinct from another, in our minds, but, in fact, indivisible from the next. In the moment, I have a limited perception of the past and a limited perception of the future. Maybe this creates the perception of movement in a direction, but perhaps every moment of my life just stands still imagining forward remembering back. These are just directions on a plane.

Even the idea of a moment seems contrived, but understanding requires constructs. A period of time would seem to be divisible in the same way a section of land is. Figuratively we assign measurements, acres, miles, minutes, millennia, moments, but the thing remains contiguous in actuality. Only our minds split it into pieces they can comprehend and manipulate.

I’m in favor of technology that enriches the quality of human life. I’m convinced that we people can do a better job of discriminating between technologies that contribute to greater quality of life and those that distract us from the primitive activities that fill our souls.

Consumerism runs on the fuel of personal inadequacy. When I am adequate, I want for nothing. We have largely conquered insecurity of food shelter and warmth. But somehow we are largely convinced that we are not worthy of love until we have reached some vague and unattainable pinnacle of human perfection. It’s a lie of the Great Deceiver. We are all worthy of love. Until we show that love to our fellows we will never feel it for ourselves, and we will always feel hungry.