For all that's happening in the world, I can only absorb so much. I'm a limited space computer. I get overloaded when I listen to it all. I do learn to compartmentalize and delete and use my file system to keep things. But when in all eternity will I have time?

Such a funny question. Of course, I'll have time in eternity.

We all know it's not about time but intent, interest, and personal attraction to an item. Though I save them to my file system in my brain, I should mostly delete them. As you may know, merely deleting something in the computer just places a question mark in front of the file to make it appear gone. It is still retrievable until permanently deleted. I do that a lot these days for all the news and information swirling about the world. Most of it doesn't matter in the long run.

And that's what we are here for: the long run. That's the eternity of time we'll have available for that stuff we put aside. The plain truth is I'll never get to it, because it'll never rise above the interest level of the present. What is directly in front of me is my primary attention holder.

Books are good placement holders. Books I can mark for future reading. My bookshelf, however, is currently full of books of interest. What rises to the top? It could be a new one I just saw today.

Interests, or possible interests from yesterday, no longer interest. My mind keeps going on the road of discovery. Yesterday's scenery no longer visible is forgotten.

I like the day's length. The length of the day is perfect. Each one is long enough to hold the content of the day. God had to know something about the interests of human beings and of our attention span, don't you think? Before man was here to consult, God had determine how long to make the day for our happiness? How long was a minute to be? How many of them should fill up an hour? How many hours to make a day interesting enough without overdoing it? 

Still, it was man who named the length of those minutes, those hours. We could have divided the day into, say, eighteen and a half hours. We could have. Why are we not surprised that the day fits into a nice circular period? We could have rearranged everything, including the length of the seconds to be longer -- why not? -- in an alternative universe. 

The time and space I am allotted per day, per hour, as befit our clocks, can only contain so much content, like the hard drive of my computer. It is only so big and so fast as the speed it can process the molecules of electrons it retrieves. 

I am simplifying my life; deleting unused files; preparing for a reset, a complete reboot. All my intents and interests may likely remain unused, being no longer competitively attractive.

Nevertheless, how can I create a legacy folder that my children's children can access? Will they even have time or interest? Likely not. Unless attracted. 

How much can I fit into eternity? Depends on intent, interest and, finally, attraction.


July 30, 2026   10:35 AM