Anyway, I did have a purpose to writing this *and you thought I didn't, hmm??? Have a little faith in me!*
Here we go...my questioning philosophical pyschobabble of the week (:
Imagine that tomorrow never came, or that we never had a past. What would we think of ourselves? Problems between races, classes, and sexes would never have arisen, because we’d never have enough time to dwell on it.
How would we live without knowing time lasted forever? Would we have family or friends? Or…would we have enough time to make them? Consider this; if we didn’t know about time, who’s to say that time couldn’t stop at the end of every day and never start again? What would happen? Would we freeze in space and never live again?
If time started all of a sudden, how would we react? And if it stopped, what would it stop on? Destruction, peace, or something else?
What if we didn’t know? Can we even imagine a world without it?
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