The Ultimate Answer

What is the one question you can never know the answer to? You know, the biggie. Is there a God?
Last night I had a strange dream. There was a room that you could go into that would either confirm or deny the existence of God. No explanation of how it happened, or how people found out about it. Sorry, dream wasn't THAT detailed. The catch was that you could not change your belief or life or actions based upon the answer, and you couldn't tell anyone what you saw - or didn't see - in the room. The world was going crazy, debates sprung up all over about whether people really wanted to know. There were religious people who claimed they didn't need some side show oracle to tell them what they already knew. There were atheists who said that anything they saw in the room would be invalid. And sorry, for any non-Christians, this was the Catholic God model. I don't know what non-Christians were expected to see. Or not see. Or what. Some absolute truth? Any of the guys above?

My question, absolutely hypothetical, is whether you'd go into this magic room. If there WAS an answer, would you opt to find out?

Time

Hours. Minutes. Days. Weeks. Months.
It's relative, of course (thank you, Mr. Einstein) and time seems to fly when you're having fun. But today, all day, I felt some strange sensation. Now that I've finally had a chance to sit down for longer than it takes to pee, I reluctantly recognize what this cerrping feeling is. Panic.
This week has been very hectic, and shows no signs of slowing down. Tomorrow, in between work and school, I'm escorting my mother to a wake. Yesterday I visted a friend and her son, and it was wonderful to see them, even if under less than ideal circumstances. Today I went to get a hair cut. That was great. But I felt terribly guilty for the time and cost. Monday..... I don't even recall.
Tonight I've got to study for tomorrow's test. My massive research paper for one of my major classes is due April 6. I've barely started. Daimean's birthday falls on Easter. I need to make Easter baskets. I have to arrange a birthday party. I *think* I have a meeting for the school's fundraiser next Tuesday, when I'm supposed to be using my spring break to work on aforementioned research paper. And I think I'm just about of dog food. I've spent next to no time with my boys since this weekend. And even then, we were busy with a baby shower.
I'm so overwhelmed today. Maybe tomorrow I'll slip back into my virtual suit of armor and be ok. Right now, I feel like closing my books, crawling into bed, and saying Fuck environmental biology. Forget the test. I don't care. But I won't, because that's just not me.