What always goes up, but never comes down, you can toss in the air, but never hits the ground?

He leaves his house to meet his girlfriend, and he leaves at 10 pm, drives due west for a hour, arrives and it’s 10pm, she’s not home so he turns around and comes right back to his house, looks at the clock and it's 11pm, call’s his girlfriend, and she say’s that the time is now 11 pm. How is this possible?

The gambit of foot soldiers marching upon the battle lines, on avenues where clergy will climb, the end game most will not survive, on the other side of the world, they become devine. What are they?

Where pleasure becomes pain, and your choice is untamed, your emotions are unkempt, not contained, delve into this and you never refrain?

Shut my wooden doors, too keep for eternity you to store, preserving everyone at their core, sold for less or evermore.... What am I?