On Temporal Issues

Behind all these ponderings in physics and philosophy lie my simple question— what is time? Behind this question is perhaps, the simplest of my desires. While most writers try to get their heads into the heavens, I try to get the heavens inside my head. I want to understand the inner clockworks of nature for when I do, perhaps I can find a way to make this desire come true. As our fingers are locked and as our eyes gaze upon the heavens beneath this mosaic of starlight and planetary illuminations, I want time to stop at this moment, when the entire world, with all its chaotic musings and rhythmical ranting, is silenced and reduced to the few inches of space that parts us. I want to stop entropy from touching this seemingly perfect moment, perhaps give it immortality. As I pull you closer and as you rest your head upon my body, I want you to realize that even if we briefly part later, somewhere in time, this moment will be frozen when gazed upon some light-years away. This moment, image and information, like the resting of your palm upon mine and the perfectly weaving of our fingers, is carried on by light and woven upon the very fabric of space and time.

From On Temporal Issues, RD Zapanta

These last two I really like.