Time appears to us linearly, each moment weighted equally. One second passes the same as the next, the same as the one before it. A tree, perhaps, experiences the inexorable current of moments that sweep past us at once toward the past and the future in this way: not a one different from another, none so distinct as to feel longer or shorter than it is. Humans, on the other hand, are not bound so strictly to temporality. We are capable, St. Augustine of Hippo (354-430 AD) proposes in his seminal autobiography, Confessions, of transcending this linear experience by virtue of our participation in the divine.