It's About Time

 

 

    Time. We have a weird relationship with it. It makes us anxious, hurry, and worry about being on time. time is an illusion but we obsess about it. It is a friend when it comes to leisure or an enemy when there is none to spare.  The clock controls us more than the sun. Take daylight savings time for example -please.

    The past, present and future exist simultaneously- but we experience like a single frame of film as each moment a clicks by. We race through it with futile purpose.

It's the root of all philosophy as in what we do with it, how it ages us. We see time in the cycle of birth, life and death and wonder. . .

    Scientist build more accurate clocks in order to better "measure" time while astronomers use the telescope as a time machine to look at the light of distant galaxies that have traveled across the vast expanse of space and time.It's about time, it's about space, it's about time I slap your-where does all this measuring get us? 

    Our language is suffused with it. Time to sleep perchance to dream, time to wake up, time to grow up, we feel it slip away or we race to catch up with it. It's drama in sports "with seconds to go before the game ends. . ." Do we get overtime in life?

    While Westerners rush around as a slave to their perception of time the Buddhist monk and The Native American are content to just sit and experience being alive.

    Forget the clock, sit in the sun and enjoy it's passage without measuring it's shadow. Be still and you will see it really is an illusion.