After I watched a science program on public TV the other day, in which we were told that time may be an illusion and why time appears to us as to be going only forward into the future, I sat puzzled on the couch, wondering what started the Big Bang. Frankly, I couldn’t see God, as we see Him, Our Father, as the One behind the Big Bang. I started asking myself questions—which I often do but usually get nowhere—about our strange universe. Its laws are not the same as ours, it seems. If we could take a space ship to a black hole, the narrator said, we would age only a few hours, but those on earth would age many years, something like 50 years. That’s because time on earth moves more slowly. I’m not sure I understand this: I’m a writer after all. But I started wondering where this idea that God is Our Father came from. Shouldn’t it be God, the Creator of the Universe? Could God be an inanimate God? My head hurts. I’m not smart enough to figure this out. You figure it out.
It’s trippy, but if you consider that time is marked only by the way the world changes around us, the seasons around us, perse, then one can sometimes manage to get a flash of insight into the fact that time as we know it is completely man-made. There’s not *really* such a thing as ‘time’ as a weighted object you can gather; it’s even more ephemeral than ‘love’ which can at least be measured chemically.
I dunno, it’s sort of a weird mental game I play when I want to psyche myself out.