I was sorting through some papers and I stumbled on a folded sheet I had jotted some metaphysical ponderings on a day sometime last week when I forgot to carry my small notebook..

Nothing endures but change. This is not mine. It belongs to the amazing Heraclitus of Ephesus. I just like reflecting on it alot.

Nowhere is a direction is time moves.

The definition of life is relative to its motion through time, and therefore space.

God: Go-d is the past imperfect celestial conjunction of the verb Go.

Life is the pull of the metaphysical gravity.