Teach me, please.

Occasionally, I lose track of time. I construe that as a good thing. Obviously, at that moment, I’m absorbed in thought and activity. Time becomes irrelevant. I suddenly realize that it’s 3 in the morning. And I haven’t gone to bed. I’ve fallen off my time-oriented routine. In order to live life. Properly. With no concern for time. But then, I begin to ponder. The relevance of time. In our lives. We live on a schedule. Doing this and that at precise times. Yes, regimented lives. Awful, isn’t it? I’m told that the creator lives outside of time. Makes me wonder. How he does it. I wish he’d teach me. --Jim Broede