Well, my son, who [theoretically] understands Time...says that make sense. I, however, wonder if it is not more true that Time is like thinking about itself... We had quite the discussion on the way to the gathering of the Scouts for the FIshing/Swimming campout. (I am waiting for Johnny C to get home so as to take him up there...If there is anyone who understands the issues of Parents Working Too Late To Get One There On Time...it would be those in my household. Glad I got a map, though. Still, I was planning on going up until tomorrow when the football players who have practice tonight can go...partly because I like a party and it really is a party sometimes. I never ever would have imagined...me who typically thought that the ideal camping was at the Holiday Inn. My friends still laugh at me... Still, it is mostly because I want to fish. After all, I swam today. Which was so fun. I wish I could swim everyday...<sigh> Life is grand when one can be in or near the water, I think.) Does thinking about Light make Time feel grand or sad? Glad to be thinking about Anything At All testable or not, Marlena in Missouri > Light is time thinking about itself.