“And freedom, well that’s just some people talkin’….”

“…your prison is walkin’ through this world all alone.”
-Eagles, “Desperado”

When you first wake up in the morning, there are infinite possibilities for the day. As soon as you open your eyes, however, the possibilities become limited. If you get out of bed on one side, you do not get out on the other. Whatever could have happened because of the subtle differences that might have made on a quantum level will never be realized. If you have a cup of coffee, then you will not drink tea, unless you drink both, in which case you will not be able to have only one. Every time one possibility is actualized, a multitude of others is eliminated. And so on, throughout your day. Every choice you make closes off God knows how many you might have made, and however many you might then have made based on those outcomes. And finally, when you go to bed, the day that began as an infinity of infinities of possibilities has become a single actuality, and all the others are lost forever. I cannot help but feel a twinge of regret for them, but then I chuckle. How very odd that the Creator, whose glory is limitless, opted for this universe of progressively decaying potentiality. And, though God be without limitation, I wonder whether God’s beatitude might not consist limitlessness after all.