Time and Its Mysteries
Where does time go? Is there a material"thing" called time that actually go anywhere? Is time but a nonce entity that is over even as it occurs? Where does it go?What time is it? No matter how you answer, it is always past the time you call out. The Present is elusive, for it doesn't last long at all. The Past is fixed and cannot be changed, and the Future doesn't even exist yet. Time is problematic. it cannot be frozen in the present or the future, and is rigidly stubborn in its ability to hold on to the Past. I am not sure Time even is, for it may have been, has not yet come, and when it is supposedly here, it zips through faster than a speeding bullet.
Nobody sees time, touches it, or photographs it. At best the photographer captures what is called a moment, but as soon as it is captured, it is history. Unlike space which we can touch, which we can shape, Time allows for none of that. It comes and goes and that is that. One moment replaces another more rapidly than we can imagine. What is now is by the time I write this and you read this is no longer now, but then. It is one of the most inconceivable topics in our repertoire. What can we say about Time except that wedo not understand it, have not conquered, and are still quite subject to its ongoing pursuits.
Time is interesting, to be sure. There are no time machines to take us back into other eras, or off into future days when things will be very different from what they are today. Today is tomorrow's yesterday, and yesterday's tomorrow. It is all so relevant, so fluid, so lively. We can look back and plan ahead, but we can't change a thing or even determine our destiny. The clocks keep ticking but they do not go backward or forward. Time is Time, and time and again we wrestle with its implications for our lives, without ever being able to recover what we may have wasted or lost, or stretch it out to give us more when we think we need more. We all have the same amount of time; nobody has a monopoly on it. It is indiscriminate in its gifts. Twenty-four hours a day -- period! For everyone! Time appears and disappears with regularity, and we are helpless to save it, prolong it, or shorten it. There it is, and there it goes -- poof! What is was; what will be will be and then it will be a way as well. How interesting!
Wayne's Words for September 12, 2006
posted by Wayne Olson @ 11:11 AM
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