Temporal or eternal? I was thinking about this subject awhile back. No, I wasn’t reading a theological treatise. Instead, I was attempting to clean the floors with a cat and two dogs in the house. I always started the process when the crowd napped in the bedroom. They’d snooze through the sweeping and snore through the vacuuming. But the instant I finished mopping, the circus came to town. “What’cha doing, Mom?” “Hi, Mom, just getting a snack.” “Hey, Mom, I need to go out.” Back and forth, back and forth, until paw prints covered the wet floor. The satisfaction I felt at the completion of a task evaporated in a…