Pointless banter and Infinity

So, I am listening to Prince. . .
Need I say more?

End of blog.

:). . .It's that song "Nothing Compares to you" with some soulful female vocals helping the man (symbol/formerly the symbol-or whatever he is now.) . . .
It's a little bit of wonderful, in a very cheesy-awful way.

So, it is official. I like buying flowers and plants. And one may find me running around giving them to people. I do like this act.
People are like, "Is it their birthday?" and I will respond, "No. I just love them."

I even buy them for myself since I am currently dating my being. "My being" always sounds irreverently existential to me. I'm ok with that.

So, I have been without a debit card for about a week and a half. (Such a travesty, I know considering those who are way more without. I realize this. That is why I pouted for about two seconds (as well as complained to several people about it. It's the nature of MY beast, what can I say?) But then I got over it. And I became very comfortable with check writing, mainly because I was too lazy to drive over to the bank.
But
Today I received my re-issued debit card and all was right in the world again.
So, that's that.

I also recently acquired an ipod nano. However, my desktop mac's programs are so old that they are incompatible with it. Long story short, my friend who hooked me up with the tiny melodic wonder, has to download a newer program for me and that may take longer than desired.
Little things like this teach us patience. . .
So I will happily endure the waiting time for my tunes to come.

Sometimes I wonder what the hell the point of these blogs are.

Just in case you are wondering as well, I will try to leave you with something meaningful:

I have been thinking about prayer for days now.
Praying about prayer too. (ha.)
The onset of these thoughts spawned from the realization that I have this subconscious issue with the idea that if God has known for millions of years exactly what I am about to pray (since he is supposedly omniscient and all), why pray at all?

I mean I know that the action of doing something even despite the doubts of its reality is still important. (In other words, I'm not saying to do something anyways if you don't believe in it, but I am saying that if God is concerned with a relationship with us, then he wants to talk with us and he wants us to talk with him, so that is what prayer chiefly is: A conversation with Him.
That is not my problem.

My issue is with the reality of time and how it is propagated between an eternal God and a limited creation, and how awkward it can be to come before such a God in our lesser dimensional state of mind wanting to successfully create a true relationship with a Deity so unlike ourselves, and yet so a part of us. . .

I study Quantum Physics, so this type of stuff bugs me if it goes without at least some resolution in my head.
So, the partial resolution is this. God is hearing us NOW, as we pray on our living room floor, in the car or any other of our mundane place. He hears us as a mother hears her child call her name. The difference God's timelessness makes, though is that this NOW (which slips away from you even as you say the word NOW) is for Him. .

always infinite. (It doesn't seem that way to us, because we only see and know in part, but His scope is full and whole, seeing everything.)

It's hard to wrap your head around, but it assuaged my questions--
for now at least.

Which is apparently. . . always infinite.

:)

So, it's a matter of perspective.