The idea that seems to be hitting from all sides is time. Never enough of it and always to much. I need someone with any kind of theoretical knowledge of this 4 dimensional stuff to explain it to me. I got a bit of it from Dad a long time ago, but only enough so that I am aware of my own ignorance. It doesn't matter, actually; I'm sure any theory given to me I would shoot down as pure conjecture and not scientific fact. I think more what I am thinking about is the philosophical aspect of time, or our perception of it. If I close my eyes, can I miss a year? Or can I live six months in a dream of one night?

Time hits humans in a completely linear fashion. We can move one direction through it at one pace. Would the defining quality of God be that he is not bound by that? I remember a sort of fable someone once told me:

"There once was a kingdom where everthing was two dimensional. All the citizens there lived were squares and triangles and circles and such. Now the king of this perticular land was invited one day to a banquet at another kingdom, one of three dimensions. He went to this banquet and when he returned he ranted and raved about this 'third dimension'. But try as he might, he could not convey to his subjects what this third dimension was or even looked like. He lacked the words and they lacked the conceptual capacity."

Sounds like Plato's, "The Cave." (If you don't know that one, read it. Boring as hell for while, but almost enlightening in itself.) Perhaps that is an adept example of what Time is to us. We live in one line of it, and cannot leave, or even think how to leave. But perhaps the answer is right in front of us and we just have to focus our eyes. Draw two squares on a piece of paper. Now look at them. Can you see a cube? Can you then look back at them and see only two squares slightly off centered from each other? I wonder if one can take two cubes and see beyond just two slightly off centered cubes?