Time, what a concept, what a phenomenon. Time tick-chips away at everything, living or inanimate, moment by moment, pushing from behind or pulling from ahead. It can be secure or slippery, it stretches, contracts, and bends.
Strangely, time can be lost, and it would seem—quantum physics aside—that it is then lost forever. I can loan someone money or my car and it's possible that it will come back to me, but time? This moment has passed, and it's unlikely that it will ever come back to me. Yet we can “make” or “find” time, as if it's something we can control. Evidently, time can exist inside of us, and outside of us, too.
What I find most fascinating is that time can simultaneously be quicksilver and a solid obstruction. It skitters out of my hands and becomes a brick wall in front of this blog. This hasn't changed my determination to continue...
I'll be back, in good time!
Strangely, time can be lost, and it would seem—quantum physics aside—that it is then lost forever. I can loan someone money or my car and it's possible that it will come back to me, but time? This moment has passed, and it's unlikely that it will ever come back to me. Yet we can “make” or “find” time, as if it's something we can control. Evidently, time can exist inside of us, and outside of us, too.
What I find most fascinating is that time can simultaneously be quicksilver and a solid obstruction. It skitters out of my hands and becomes a brick wall in front of this blog. This hasn't changed my determination to continue...
I'll be back, in good time!