Today on the subway, I saw a young man reading a book called The Theology of Time. That's not the funny part (...and at 0200 hours, God created man.) This gent was wearing a Band-Aid in the center of his forehead that covered what some would believe to be the location of his third eye. (Cue: Laughter)

A long 'time' ago... I decided I don't believe in time. It's simply a form of communication used either to plan for a future event or to reflect on and record what has happened in the past. Other than that, the whole notion of 'time' just doesn't make any sense to me. C'mon... daylight savings time? OK everybody - on Saturday, midnight will suddenly become 1 a.m. Clearly we can manipulate time to be whatever we want it to be. Let's be honest, if time were real wouldn't animals be wearing watches?

Ask an inmate how long s/he's been in jail, and I bet s/he could tell you to the minute. I'm not much of a movie buff, but there was a line in Flight of the Phoenix that caught my attention, "Ultimately, humans want one thing in life... to be loved. And if you can't give them love, give them a reason to hope. And if you can't give them hope, than for God's sake, give them something to do." (This quote may not be exact, but it's close.)

Almost everyday I think about people in jail. They are there for a reason. They got caught making a stupid decison the rest of us deem unfit for forgiveness. Who knows what it's like behind those bars? Were these people ever loved? Did they ever have hope? I guess society will sleep tonight knowing these inmates have something to do... they're counting the minutes.