The same as living with the gods.

Wish I could figure it all out. This thing called life. Some days I don’t have a clue. Maybe those are the best of times. Seems that life is time.  Sandwiched between no time. I’d like to live. In the no time zone. Maybe that happens. When the clock stops ticking.  One actually lives. But it’s outside of time. A much different sort of life. One no longer needs to take time. To ponder. One can muse in a timeless environment. In a timeless fashion. The same as living with the gods. --Jim Broede