We’ll be Friends Forever, won’t we, Pooh? asked Piglet. Even longer, Pooh answered.
The burden of change, weighs heavily upon the shoulders of the benevolent. For those who are kind, must remain nimble as the taker seeks out the generous, if only to relieve them of their gains for the natural law draws all towards the mean.
The giver gives and the taker takes until all is lost and the giver grieves, standing naked, alone without means. As such is the reality of being charitable.
What do we know about the concept of time? It’s like Bigfoot, we think we’re sure, but no, not really.
We see time as linear, moving from left to right; yesterday, today and tomorrow. We “feel” it’s passing and measure our lives by the idea of past, present and future.
Yet, what is “time”? I’m sure that there is a technical definition, but at best, it’s just speculation.
We named this phenomenon like we do everything else that frightens us. A name that makes it human and softens the edges. He’s “Father Time”, a wise old man.
We make jokes, idioms and metaphors using time; “time for a change”, “time out”, “time heals all wounds”. Suddenly, it’s not such a scary subject, I mean, we speak of it every day.
Calling “Time” time is like calling “God”, Uncle Bob. Our old and dear friend, always near, always warm and friendly.
Imagine rising above the earth and looking down. Then, imagine time as a ruler that stretches from one end of the earth to the other with each year marked on its surface, say from the “beginning” of “time” until present day.
A billion years reflected on a ruler and there we are, taking up about 1/8 inch of the length. The entire span of human existence compressed into a visual picture. We are but a grain of sand on a vast beach.
Now, back out into space away from the earth and our existence becomes even a smaller percentage on the ruler of the universe. That’s time…
We fight to live a longer life, but in the grand scheme, does it even matter? To a butterfly, life consists of about one month. For us, 77 years. Yet to each species, it’s the same; a lifetime. That’s time…
It is thought that if we could speed up an object beyond some “point” that it could disappear from our eyes and now be in the future. Is time actually linear or does it exist in another way? Maybe time is just happening all at the same “time” but in parallel universes…
One could easily cramp their brain imagining the possibilities and at the end of the day, not even being close; who knows…
I guess its just a waste of time to wonder. For Time, like good Ol’ Uncle Bob, exists on a level far beyond what we are capable of grasping with our young human minds. So for now, since time isn’t of the essence, I think it’s time to visit a Pub and kill some time pondering the mysteries of life.
The English language has gone “off the rails”. It’s like a code. My heart goes out to all who are brave enough to try.