Time lies outside our experience it's a monitor of that experience, in so far as it becomes a back drop to the things we do but those seconds that tick so resolutely away belong not to us but something larger.
When we measure time in the way of planning a trip or a holiday we
take an enormous risk, we assume that we and time have something in
common, that we are buddies. Nothing could be further from the truth, in
fact we are combatants wrestling for ascendancy
who will be where and when, or if at all !!
The expression "time waits for no man" is so true but there is an
assumption that there is a connection as if one accompanies the other in
some way but what if the time we choose to acknowledge ourselves as
being a part of is illusory and we have our
own clock, which interestingly does not record time but records events.
Events are the substance of our lives, events are the measure not
necessarily of success or failure but as a much better measure of our having been around rather than the time we have
been here.
And even a 'lack of events' does not relegate us to a lower league rather it's the quality of the events which are
important. Quantity often only represents repetition whilst to savour an
event, to analyse and savour an event, to reflect and recall an
event as we try from time to time to codify our lives into
"happenings", a summation of our usefulness for others to compare.
Only our own rational has any meaningful contribution to the analysis of the value of an event in our lives and time
plays no part in something so personal. Only we can understand the
impact of an event. Even a simple thing such as when we walk around
our home or outside in the neighbourhood, even visiting some far flung
shore we merely carry our own toolbox of sensory values, our own experiences, which make the event meaningful, only as a comparative.
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