The progress of time.

Time: Fascinating, no? Rapid, or stagnant; beloved, or abhorred; beguiled, or loathed. Fast, slow, medial, reproachable, intangible, irreproachable; it's utterly captivating, when you really think about it. This is one of the subjects that no one ever really pays any heed to, because it's part of everyday, a section of normality - should we thus ignore it wholesale? Is it ignorance, or apathy? Is it because there's no enough time of a day to ponder time? Surely an irony that great should be restrained to an Oscar Wilde text? Don't ask me, I'm an idiot.

No, but seriously, why does it go fast, and sometimes go slow? What kind of twisted cognisance lead us to be so utterly incapable of recognising the passage of time? Why is it when we fear the future, time rushes past; but when we wish for something to come, time resists as if conscious? Who understands the workings of the brain to be able to puzzle out why we're so useless at establishing order of time? Surely back in the days of the dawning of evolution, we required more than "it's dark", and "it's light" (though both are good).

Also:

"16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also."

"And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth... So God created man in his own image."

I love religion.