Time is a funny thing sometimes it passes too quickly and sometimes too slowly. I think that I would like to be the keeper of time and choose when to speed it up and when to slow it down. I don’t understand how we can spend so much time worrying about things and so little time letting people know how much we care.I would like to have a whole bundle of time that I could put in a drawer and keep for when I am out of time. Because sometimes there just doesn’t seem to be enough time in the day. When do we realize that time runs away from us? When we are young it is a concept that we just can’t understand and then as we get older it is hard for us to move past the obsession of time and if there is enough and when we have time to see this person or do that thing. Making appointments and running around like there is no tomorrow, trying to find the time to make us happy and the time to make us money and the time to grow old and the time to die. I love the part out of the bible from ecclesiastics and they made a song about it also I think in the 60s that talks about a time for every purpose under heaven I think that time again is a funny thing and as we realize how relevant time is in a scientific nature the further we go from the earth the slower time is, could that be the answer to time travel? The only one or is there truly a way to transport between decades like we were travelling through time zones? I wonder but if being out away in the slowing of time in the darkness of the galaxies and universes is our time travel our paradox. What is the point of the passage of time are we counting down or counting up on the existence of man on earth. Is there an end to time that we cannot foresee or do the mayans have it right and we are almost out of time. If time is infinite is it so only in the afterlife or is it so here and now also. Time is a funny funny concept that is a trivia of answers and questions that seem to lead to nowhere and no point. None can be specifically answered and wasting or spending time on nothing leads to guilt and unhappiness for what end? Why would it matter when you get down to it. If it is infinite then why would it matter at all?