The past several months passed, and I performed tasks, but I did so without the sense of time in relation to this posting. It wasn’t part of my consciousness that I had posted in September and that I would want to post before December. But upon integrating into my consciousness the idea that I had not posted since September, I experienced the passage of time; purely an ex post facto reconstruction of the intervening period. This time did not exist until it became an issue for me. Time does not exist until it becomes an issue for us, in general. When we are completely present in the now, what relevance does past and future have? There is temporal relevance only outside of our living the now, when we drop out of that being and land in the divergent place of becoming.
When we exist purely in the now, what becomes of the coming to be and the passing away? Is there a local field of temporal stasis? Does the universe bow to the focus of a singular consciousness? Curious questions to ponder. If one could exist in the now without the distraction and imposition of coming to be and passing away, would they be immortal? Would they even be in the world? This is the last great domain of human dominance. We can somewhat control the small scale behavior of objects in space, but we are powerless to influence the behavior of objects in time. Time is not fair, it does not play by the same rules. Yet, it is instrumental to motion, experience and thought. Even the now is the lynchpin of our understanding, yet we choose not to dwell within it. At this point, time is an entity to which we must surrender, the rest of the universe is ours to command.
In the meantime, be here…
Day time TV makes me want to cry. Vapid does not even begin to describe it. And to think that there are millions of women out there right now, right this minute, hanging onto every word of the Wendy Show *shudder* Time to take charge of my own time and just change the damn channel.