What is time? There can't be a beginning to time because what was before the beginning? So, no matter how far back you go, there had to be something before that. Everything is the product of what was before. So there was never a start to everything. But that doesn't quite make sense. If you can go back forever without finding a start, then maybe there really isn't any past at all . . . just a vast simultaneous now . . . and we move around from one part of now to another part of now. Our experience of moments in time happening sequentially is probably a complete illusion. That's the only way time makes sense. Same thing with space. There can't be a place where space ends because what's beyond that place? Within what would everything be contained? You can't imagine everywhere being surrounded by nowhere. Nowhere couldn't encompass anywhere, let alone everywhere. So that's an illusion too. So, there's no real before and after. Neither do here and there exist as real alternatives. There's just us and our illusions. We rejoice and we suffer. Our joy is real. Our suffering is real. Success and failure are real. Memory is real. Anticipation is real. Loneliness is real. Love is real. I pretty much wasted the day. I guess I'll pay a penalty for that. This wallowing in random thoughts does not seem like the best of options to choose. I just have no self-discipline.