“Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.”
” Love is space
and time measured
by the heart. “
” 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 –
Before we get started,
this post has a soundtrack —
Sorta like a condiment.
Or maybe it’s the main course,
who really knows.
It’s been much weirder
than usual around here lately.
Without going into —
— such detail–
that doing so would cause several
of my daily life friends
to never speak to me again,
I can only say this:
I chose to reject your reality and substitute my own, thanks.
‘Cause I’m not digging it….
……. hell, I don’t even understand it, man.
I wrote somewhere in a previous post
that I personally don’t adapt well to change.
As a matter of fact, my exact words were:
“… I find adjusting to change harder
than getting the bank to give me a hundred dollar bill
just ’cause I’m good lookin……………. ”
( I’m not, and they won’t! )”
And its absolutely true.
I mean, I don’t dispute the
nature of reality or even the necessity of change…
…… I JUST DON’T LIKE IT ALL THAT MUCH.
If you read the above quote from Emerson,
you might understand why –
— in order to gain something, you have to give up something else.
That aspect of change is totally groovy with me.
I just don’t like giving things up,
…….. once I become attached to them.
——- but especially people – –
Once I care about them,
no matter how badly they hurt me –
I find it impossible to give them up.
Also, change is a function of the passing of time –
— and the passing of time brings changes to my body (the ravages of age)…..
— and to my mind (the ravages of hard living) that I just didn’t VOTE for.
Still, some changes are easier to accept than others.
I’m quite happy with changes I have made in my lifestyle in the last 16 years,
–and my health, strength, personal and muscular development have all come along nicely.
I have done things,
and talked with people
I never would have gotten near when I was younger.
I have opened myself up …
my choices, and thus my options, are much different today.
Interestingly enough, these changes were a direct result of other changes in other people –
.. that forced me to reevaluate my own life, personal relationships, happiness and health.
I would have never initiated those changes
… without that powerful, intensely negative, external impetus.
I wouldn’t be writing this today..
I wouldn’t be WHO and WHAT I am…
— I’d be someone different.
Of course, I understand that it was my passions that were the ultimate driving force…
those things inside me that I most care about –
… that I would rather die than lose…
Life without Passion?
Eh. No thanks.
…… but that’s another post entirely.
And yet, I can’t help feeling wistful about those things I’ve had to let go…
no matter how negative or destructive they were, or seemed to be at the time.
As Anatole France wrote:
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life before we can enter another.”
Not that I’m wishing I could turn back the clock.
( although I wouldn’t mind having my 21 year old hormones and metabolism back…… )
I’m actually better, stronger, smarter, personable and happier today than EVER.
(not to mention modest…)
Yet, I somehow have
less job status,
… and less curvy gym bunnies chasing me…..
And change, by it’s very nature, IS PAINFUL.
It can make you feel that nothing is ever gonna be right again.
I can still remember complaining about the changes
I was going through, when a late good friend of mine, M.L,
gave me some advice that I’ll never forget.
And I’m gonna give it to you–
…. free, no charge, gratis .
Just don’t tell anybody.
“Change is the wheel –
— with time, patience, and perserverence, one can accomplish all things.”
He was right.
Damned smart guy, that M.L.
Now, what is it
that I’m forgetting ….. ???
Hmmm…. oh yes–
We’ll be dropping the daily post on Mondays from now on —
although the postcards, quotes and pin ups will post as usual.
It’s just to give me a bit of breathing room for a while….
But it also means that I won’t be responding
to your weekend comments until Tuesday nite.
I hope no one minds too much.
No worries —
everything’s gonna be peachy.
how about a vintage pin up ?
This one is by Robert Skemp.