Talking To Thyself

I talk to myself all day long - I walk and talk, walk and talk. Some people call this insanity, loneliness, even schizophrenia. I don't really care what you call it. I call it my life, so deal with it. Today I've been giving myself a talk on time and space and what is this? My good friend and I were chatting on gmail chat. She said that today, for the second time is a short time, she has gotten a splinter in her finger after scratching her head. I hypothesized that her head may be turning to wood and consequently her body into a tree. Xylem is taking substances up and Phloem is taking substances down. My friend replied with glee stating that she hopes she is becoming a large decaying, moss covered stump like the one she recently laid on. However, my friend wrote, it would take centuries for this morph to happen. How does she know this? I informed her that time does not really exist and time and morphology are understood only as humans have created them. Time, like heaven and hell, was created by man in an effort to simplistically understand the universe. Thus, it is possible for one to turn into a decaying stump. Why not? This is just as possible as it is that one who believes in Jesus Christ, a fictional character from an ancient fictional book, is upon death going to float to some magical kingdom in the sky. Thus, everything is possible and equally impossible. The world is completely fabricated in our minds.