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Time is a great teacher

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This is another page from my ninth book called "Dear God". I was inspired to write this book after writing "I am voting for God" on my blog. It continues in that format. Short letters (or prayers) to God. It gives me an opportunity to write more and write to God at different moments in my life.
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Dear God,

It is 1234am. Again I fell asleep without bathing. The plan is to cool off now while writing this and then go bathe and then pray. But what to write? There is scien(t)ific stuff and robo(t)s and (t)echnology and what the future will be like. I noticed that the only common letter among the words pas(t), presen(t) and fu(t)ure is the letter t. I guess t is for time. The letter t is the 20th letter of the alphabet. I have reached the 20th surah of the Quran in my reading called taha. The translation of the surah title is unknown to us. Do not mind me. I am just brainstorming. Time = experience = hindsight = 20/20 vision. Time is a great teacher.

Time is the great teacher because time has taught everyone at least a few lessons. What has time taught you? At the same time, we have to be open to being taught to maximise the lessons of time. We have to be (t)e(a)c(ha)ble. What has time taught me? Never give up. Learn from your mistakes. Your health is your wealth. Love is the answer. God is the answer. Take your time. Think before you talk. Common sense make before book sense. We are products of our circumstances. Context matters. Put yourself in someone else's shoes. Walk the talk. Share what you learn. Be the learner and become the teacher.

Does that mean that we become time? We become a memory? Time is just a memory? Time is just a thought? We become what we think. Think wisely. Use time wisely. So what about robots and technology and the future? Only time will tell but the tech we have today would have been unimaginable to many in the past. I would like to imagine something unimaginable for the future. In the future someone might invent or discover a (ti)me (m)achin(e). Maybe time is a machine. Look at the time. I seem to have forgotten I was talking to God. I will end with a quote I found. "God has not bowed to our nervous haste nor embraced the methods of our machine age. The man who would know God must give time to Him." - Aiden Wilson Tozer. Let me go bathe and pray.
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