The dates were in the
past, so I pulled the page from the calendar and tossed it into the waste
basket. There was no going back
now. Having just done that, I imagined a
wall clock that, as the hands moved around, the part of the clock that was now
on the back side of the hands, dissolved. There was no need to toss out the used up
hours, they simply automatically disappeared. It was as if the sweeping second hand was
actually sweeping. Once again, there
would be no going back.
On a much larger
scale, as time sweeps over us, we tend to disappear bit by bit. Everything about us changes, our hair, our
internal systems, our looks change. No
matter if it is a calendar, a wall clock or just us standing here, time does
its thing. We tend to accept this as if
it cannot be changed or stopped. We
focus on technology, on gadgets and apps, completely ignoring the elephant in
the room.
Forget, for the
moment, theories of relativity, laws of physics and even space exploration, and
examine if you will, time and what it is that moves it forward. Surely there is a driving force, whether we
can see it or not, it is there. It has a
speed that does not fluctuate and has no conscience. Nothing in its path escapes its effects. But here’s what I’ve discovered, and this is the important part
Sorry. I'll be right back.
