Musings on Forever

Forever is a really awfully damn long time. Or, so I've been told. There's actually no way to be sure, because once forever is a tangible possibility, I can't imagine that time would continue to matter. After all, I never know the days of the week when I have nowhere to be. They all blur into one long, stretched out, abstract painting.

I guess forever would still be long then.

Just hazy.

That would have to be amazingly frustrating. The lack of detail, of purpose, of little intimate webs to get caught up in... Forever would be so blurred, it couldn't be anything but boring. A study in apathy.

Perhaps if one could make every day count, pack it full of purpose and activity, then forever would be a manageable prospect. But then, one would be bound by time. One would have to know where to be and when and why and bother.

That's damn stressful.

And isn't the point of forever not to be tethered to time, to not be forced to rush to get everything in?

Forever is a really awfully damn long time.

And I shall never see it.