Time
I often hear people talking about time, well not about time, rather
about its properties, and it is always a factor to be blamed for something, it
is either insufficient, too tardy, too fast, too much, or too little, it is bad
when it passed, it is bad when it passes right in front of us, and it is bad
when it will pass on. This is a strange thing, in essence, time might as well
not be here, to us our experience is not a passage of minutes or hours, as much
as we like to describe what happens to us in temporal terms we live in
narrative patterns, we have stories about what we where what we are and we
have stories about what we will be, and these stories are loosely based on
objective reality but only to the extent of our understanding of it, in rest we
have one true guide emotion, this is how we experience life as subjects of
experience rather than time. Now, this might delve into the whole matter of
construing reality versus living reality, and I do not think that all that we
live is a theatrical rendition of that which we learn, see or perceive, we do
live in a real material world, made out of real matter that is there, that is
all good, the trouble comes when we try to grasp the real material in terms of
a narrative, and here times comes in. When we as a subject of the whole big
object that is reality give definitions to what is that which we live in, we
have great insights, we create good hypotheses, we test them we get theories
and we live happily ever after. Once we leave the terrain of physics and
chemistry, where at least math is a good yardstick and helps not getting lost,
when we get into the metaphysical elements like the why's we are here that's
where we lose track. Time is not happening to you, or in you, it is happening
in the universe, just like gravity, but you don't blame gravity for pulling
things toward a lower point. Of course, unlike gravity time kinda encompasses
the eternal modification of matter, and some matter matters to us more than
other matter, some of that matter is your relatives, friends, loved ones, and
you want them to stay, or let's get even more personal, you want to survive
yourself, dying doesn't sound like fun, and who is responsible for dying, well
time, or is he? Let's go back a bit, okay, so time like any other property of
the universe is there for all of us to kinda feel more than see. We all know
that morning is morning, and that the evening doesn't come up at noon. If you
pay close attention to what exactly happens as time passes, you can observe one
thing, changes. Not in the sense that you literally observe a change, you might
not actually see a difference at all. Nonetheless, every second the universe
ceases to be the universe of the second ago and becomes the universe of the
second, that is known here. Sounds scary I know, but this also is a reason for
infinite optimism, yeah the seconds' change and matter acquire a new shape, but
yet it's the same basic components in a different configuration. Which if
translated in interesting words means that nothing ever is lost, nothing ever
dies, nothing died, and if it took the configuration of a corpse this time,
some other change will in another time drive it back to being a human, death
does not exist. Okay, sounds like God is going to come up out of somewhere now.
Nope, okay, he( she or it) might, but more like a controlling entity that is
unattainable to us (maybe the next sentence will actually say that this is not
the case, but I believe in the freedom of belief, so please even if I do this
whole analysis outside the idea of a God, under no circumstance, so I urge you
to leave your beliefs outside of this, your faith is important to you and the idea that faith is an undeniable right of an individual is important to me, so
keep on believing in your ideas just like I believe in mine). Back to where I
was, there is no death, how come? Welp, if you again look at the concept of
time, you can clearly see a present and a past, both right there in front of
you, the future, well you can imagine it, but observing it nope. After it comes
to pass yeah, well that kind already fits into the idea of the past, but you
can say right now that you have a future, and yeah for the second that the
thought resides in your head the idea of the future very comfortably exists in
the present. Well then, damn the future is gone too, not gone rather contained
in an ever-shrinking present and destined to become past. This is getting
confusing so let's go back to the no death thingy, in the context of what is
observable about time, none of its properties kind of create death, but it is
rather a stage than a final because guess what, unlike the narratives that are
our lives, or better yet besides these narratives is real life, and if you exit
the idea that an end must exist, which is like what, the quality of a good the story, and if we are watching the same universe I would not dare call it a good the story, or a story at all. We are quite arrogant in the idea that our deaths are
the end, the universe was here before us, and it will be hereafter, but
this means that some form of us is as
well, but we can't even speak in terms like this, there is no after, no
post-credit marvel scene, time doesn't stop, and yes it happens to us, but if
it does, guess who doesn't stop with it. The whole point is that time isn't
cruel or bad, we paint it to be so, and you know why because we are not
vulnerable enough to take it at what it is, we create a story about it and
stories are retellings of what has happened, life, on the other hand, happens
now, and there are no pages in the front, you wrote it before with all the matter
in the universe, and you keep doing it every second. Don't blame time for not giving
you what you want, don't blame it for apparently running away from you, don't
fear it, dare to let yourself go within it, and trust it, trust that the now is
yours, as the past, was, and don't worry about what will come, because of nothing
is coming, it's just a continuation of the same good time and it's matter,
don't worry about remembering, because you are the beautiful past and present
of the universe, you are the memory of what was and the image of what is,
everything else is under control.
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