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It wasn’t just an hour ago that I began considering time. It was while in a combat posture during Vietnam when “dicey” was a rather new term to the “life” situation we all found ourselves in. Of course, mine wasn’t a fully thought out treatise on time back then, it was more like the planting of a seed, an insignificant kernel of considering time. When all was over and the lights came back on the seed was forgotten in the moment, but the roots had begun to grow. Funny, how things once thought of come back years, decades, later. Important things of a moment in time that once planted can steer one’s mind and thought. A major difference in one’s outlook on life and the cosmos, our place, and the fact that our lives are taken for granted when we’re of good health with few if any negatives or, the whistling by our heads of bullets, for instance.

The thought or, subsequent train thereof, was of time as a human component of life. Life as temporary and very much subject to whim. I use whim instead of coincidence as so much death is at the hands of seconds unplanned. Or, of others, be it purposeful or coincidental. In the opposite vein, time is inconsequential to those in Heaven as that has always been and always will be.

Then again, and in answer to the cynics, whether there is or is not a Heaven. For some, it takes the near approach of death to concrete the fact that Heaven is a reality. I can cover the bases quite well at my age because though I will never hear it all I have heard repetition enough to understand the weakness of arguing what is invisible. A “for instance” is God Himself but only if you take coincidence to the level of dirt. Dirt is not a coincidence but in the high chambers and lofty towers of the “gifted” thinkers one thing is left out and that is the fact that there are few coincidences as concern the universe. It is ordered beyond our understanding and because of this God is denied. Is thinking a gift? Or, is thinking a deficit?

You see, there is no existence of time for God. Trying to bring God down to our level is trite and meaningless. He is our creator and denying this is a thing only imperfect human minds can reconcile as probability. Probable is another word for unsure. Unsure is a lack of knowledge and the knowledge is given us only if we open our minds and, then, only if if we open our minds in dark places. It is in the dark that light is brightest. Combat, in a word.

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