“A dog has the
soul of a
“No man ever steps
in the same river twice,
for it’s not the same river
and he’s not the same man.”
” Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is a short parenthesis in a long period, and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been. “
I guess some folks
see a big dumb
goofy looking musclehead.
Still others see a bear
that might be dangerous
to poke at with a stick.
That’s me, too.
There’s a lot of other things
you could be seeing,
but those are the most common.
I don’t see any of that stuff
when I look in the mirror, though.
A searcher without a landmark….
A seeker with no questions ……
My life is passing as you watch along the shore
As it moves inexorably by
I see you there but I am helpless
To resist the natural pull downstream
Try as I might
Try as I will
The river moves and so do I
Powerless to do anything but wave
But if you walk down to the water
And see the reflection of what has past
Remember that some of that
Are my tears as I passed you by.
It’s this thing “time” …
it’s got me bugged.
It pervades all things around us –
and thus, one can’t help but wonder
whether change is the only real function
in a purely linear time–
or whether change is simply an indicator
of where we are in an endless cycle of time.
I know there’s been plenty of
bright guys who have worked
on comprehending it-
The rate at which time flows
depends on where you are,
and how fast you are travelling.
It was King Solomon (not the Byrds)
who first expressed time as akin
to a Divine plan for living :
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away; A time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
Sir Isaac Newton did much of
his work in an effort to expound
time as a mechanism:
That absolute, true, and mathematical time,
from its own nature, passes equably
without relation to the anything external,
and thus without reference to any change
or way of measuring of time
(e.g., the hour, day, month, or year).
That time is not an empirical concept
or a discursive concept,
but rather is a “pure form of sensible intuition”.
And, I guess if you don’t want to think about it,
it’s easy enough to just accept it for what it seems to be….
— a limited commodity of ticks and tocks —
How do you listen to the rustle of leaves
or the crashing of waves and not hear time?
How do the rays of the sun
warm your skin without you feeling time?
How do you watch your loved ones
grow old right in front of you
and not reflect on time?
When you read the work of
Ripley, Boehme, CG Jung,
even Matthew Fox —
don’t you get the feeling
that they’re not discussing:
the transmutability of metals,
the purification of the soul,
the individuation of the self,
or the unification of the spirit,
I guess if the great minds of history
have had so much trouble with it …..
I’ve got very little chance
understanding it myself, huh?
But I do know one thing about time —–
So lets enjoy being everything we are
– or think we are –