Random thinking based on my ignorance. Please enjoy. :)

Time is circular. That must be said in order to continue. It just loops and loops in unison with an elastic universe to periods and lengths that we cannot comprehend. Time ages, but the universe is born and reborn over and over. So, I raised my hand for the assignment and tucked my ribbons beneath my helm recently, or perhaps, quite some time ago. Is time doomed or preconditioned to repeat itself? I don’t really know but if that statement is indeed true, than the same decision was made at the same time and in the same place over and over again to an extent than no sentient being wearing a wrist watch has any capacity to understand. The universe in its expanding and contracting, one might think that chance and coincidence play 99.9% of the intelligent and or merely living substances in the universe. But what if the universe is like a record? Flat, black and filled with grooves and ridges that play out the sad old tired music time after time after time. Trapped in repetition with little leeway for change? Is anyone astute enough to fix a mistake at the same time and place on the universal record when they have no cognizance of having made the mistake in the first place? Can I indeed relive my youth when according to my wrist watch I will have to wait a seemingly infinite turning of the hour hand before my chance arrives? The time will come. All must end. But what is an end but a new beginning. What is our consciousness? Are fools doomed to be fools forever and the intelligent the same? It would seem as if I had a lot of questions this day but I in all honesty do not. Will mankind ever have the ability to move the needle or fix a groove in the record to better suit themselves or mankind as a whole? Is this even possible? I do believe that time is infinite and can exist in the absence of matter. I have no proof but in a lack of consciousness that some might equate to death or sleep or even head trauma, time marches on. Are we as a species so high and mighty that our consciousness is all that is needed to keep time running? Are we so arrogant that in a universe that is so vast we couldn’t traverse it before it ended, that time would stop without said universe we exist in? Time, I believe, exists in and out of our universe. It is elastic like the universe and brushes us and everything like a breeze would when one is out of doors here on our little oasis. Its caress slowly ages our being to death. As it does with everything else it comes into contact with in the universe. But it is ubiquitous, isn’t it. Like an exhaled drag off a cigarette or a perfume of some fair maiden of times of yore. Just floating on, in, and around us and all about us. Clocks were invented to track it, not master it. As I sit typing this, in a state of chemically imbalanced, yet medicated, euphoria, I have been slowly losing minutes of my life. The years will pass as I casually waste time and away, until I die. But time will not stop. I never claimed to be a deity of any sort, but needed to give myself as an example that I am not the center of the universe. I suppose this example is unnecessary but I need my thoughts to continue in this flux I have begun to enjoy. Ha ha. I do digress at the moment so I will leave this final thought here such that I may continue my sparse journal temporarily but continue with another confused topic. So here it is. Is our universe a flat record or rather a round mass of grooves, perhaps like a ball spun out of a multitude of rubber bands. Also, what should happen if our record should scratch or break? What if one of the rubber bands should snap? Is the universe hard or soft? Finally, does my upstairs neighbor have a brain? Ha ha. Sorry. Finally, do the contents of our universe get recycled at the scratch, break or snap, or are they consumed and expelled outward? I thought I heard once that objects in the universe implode and such but this journal is for gibberish. Therefore strict adherence to the laws of physics are not necessary. Carry on. Age well. And keep on living in the past.