Is there time other than our conception of it? Are we moving forward as we think we are one day after every day? Is Time a straight line with a beginning, a middle and an end? What if we are still? Events are just happening to us, around us while we are fixed at one spot, and there is never a before or after? What if?
The universe with its billions of stars and multitudes of galaxies has been and will remain, it is us, humans, who assign it numbers and dates, 13 billion years old, earth, 5 billion years old and so on. What does that mean?
Time is a dimension says the scientists for a want of a better word, dimensions are merely aspects of space, so then time is another manifestation of space, as in here and there and everywhere and of course, no where. Didn't we already know that? I think we did, we just didn't quite put it that way, so here becomes now, and there becomes then or what has been, and future? over there? I suppose, some place beyond our vision.
Time is a conjurer it plays tricks on us all through our existence. We are young once and then old, and then older, it takes us to a place where we are decrepit, alone and questioning? We want to solve the ruse, the riddle, the play of illusions, we look around us for all the ways we were and for all the people that were once, existing in space, before us in time.
Is time only a facet of this life? Will there be time in heaven or for that matter hell? I don't know, what age will we be in hell or heaven? Would it be a repetition of life here or some other form of being?
While I write this, the clock on my computer is clicking away, numbers are changing, 4 become 5 and so on, the sun is crossing the sky, it was in the east earlier now its inching forward to the west, the shadows are becoming longer, then is this time? the change in the days colors and shadows?
And, where are those places that I was at once? where have they gone? are they somewhere behind me in space and if so can I travel back to them? I can revisit the places I ventured earlier? Oh I wish I could! I wish I could fold time on itself and go back, go there from where I have come hither.
How long will I muse on the mystery of time, and at which place am I now! here?
Comments
Post a Comment