I wax philosophical for the last Time

It is said, and with good reason, you can’t change the past. But look, I just did! What was a mere thought, then in the present, is now part of the past. And now what was the future is past, passed.
Yesterday’s Chinese buffet has passed, is past.
The past is a constantly growing bag of tricks.
For some, a constant source of regret, even agony. But dude, don’t dwell on that stuff! There’s all kinds of new past stuff happening all the time.
The fleas I picked off Oscar this afternoon, past. The picking, past! The sunset, oh it was going to be a beauty, past. The daughters, also beauties, passing. The beauty, changing, frozen occasionally in photographs, in memory. Eventually past. Eventually even forgotten. The memories, past.
All of life passes, all of existence passes. God does not (by definition). But I wonder….what will He do for entertainment after I’m not around to pass the time with Him?
Who will make him smacky macky? Who will guard the secret correct changes to Sweet Lorraine? Hmmmm?

This is all sophism, pilpil is the Yiddish word. Drivel. Whatever.
I would have you consider the nature of Time. Our greatest enemy, our greatest friend. But really neither, because it doesn’t care. “Care.” It ticks. Tocks. Another blues stinger done gone, etc etc.
I’m not so much talking about death, though, as I am about life. It is no wonder that the very religious often advertise eternal life. Or multiple lives. We do get do overs. Over and over. And we usually need them. Plenty of them. Thankfully, our errors pass, the damage passes too, eventually. And the next error and the next damage. And the glory is His. And the smacky macky too.