Write Fight #9: Time
What is time? Time is the enemy. Something that can't be controlled. Or at least that's what "They" tell us.
I have always slowed time or made it stop, but never really enough to do much good. I'm still growing old. I still mourn the lack of knowledge about what's after I have no more time. Or will there be time after this? Then again, isn't time something man fabricated to help make sense of life, like religions and gods, goddesses, and pantheons?
If there is something after this, will it be an alien planet? Will I find out I was an envoy sent to earth? Will there be reincarnation? I could end up as a cockroach that only knows its running out of time by its biological clock's need to reproduce itself thousands upon thousands of time. What if I ascend to Heaven or descend to Hell? Would the only thing I acknowledge be God, the City of God, streets or Gold and gem encrusted gates? Or maybe I would pass the time knowing I only had time... and agony as I burn. I hope for the Summerlands and a goddess that is at least proud of her crazy wayward child. I could see those who've moved on before me, play like the kid I am, and explore the mysteries that were left clandestine to me while counting down the seconds on Earth. Then again, there could be nothing. Oblivion.
So what is time? Yes. I think of it as the enemy. I panic as another day, or for that matter hour, goes by. What have I done with my time? What have I lost? What have I grasped? What paths did I choose that let what's most important to me simply fall away?
Time is scary. That's what time is. Its a scary, subjectively necessary, human created, distraction from just living.
I have always slowed time or made it stop, but never really enough to do much good. I'm still growing old. I still mourn the lack of knowledge about what's after I have no more time. Or will there be time after this? Then again, isn't time something man fabricated to help make sense of life, like religions and gods, goddesses, and pantheons?
If there is something after this, will it be an alien planet? Will I find out I was an envoy sent to earth? Will there be reincarnation? I could end up as a cockroach that only knows its running out of time by its biological clock's need to reproduce itself thousands upon thousands of time. What if I ascend to Heaven or descend to Hell? Would the only thing I acknowledge be God, the City of God, streets or Gold and gem encrusted gates? Or maybe I would pass the time knowing I only had time... and agony as I burn. I hope for the Summerlands and a goddess that is at least proud of her crazy wayward child. I could see those who've moved on before me, play like the kid I am, and explore the mysteries that were left clandestine to me while counting down the seconds on Earth. Then again, there could be nothing. Oblivion.
So what is time? Yes. I think of it as the enemy. I panic as another day, or for that matter hour, goes by. What have I done with my time? What have I lost? What have I grasped? What paths did I choose that let what's most important to me simply fall away?
Time is scary. That's what time is. Its a scary, subjectively necessary, human created, distraction from just living.