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Time Marches On....  There’s a pause between the second hand’s ticking when a clock is completely silent. At face value, each pause lasts exactly the same amount of time because time is rigid and steadfast. But that is both the beauty and bane of time; it is not nearly as linear as it is supposed to be. Depending upon the contents within that moment it can seem like forever or no time at all, and it’s often the exact opposite of the length you would have hoped it to be. Great moments end too soon, and difficult ones stretch out for an eternity. But every moment ends eventually. Time marches on. There’s a sweet spot of time when the second hand is simply a hum in the background, where I lose track of it in the joy of something. It could be a hike through the woods on a rainy day, riding down a mountain on my snowboard, a series of good conversations with a friend, a really, really good day at work, the peace of kneeling in front of Sir or that eyes rolling in the back of my head, speaking in tongues, the lostness of the right combination of pain and pleasure. In those moments, time is irrelevant. Until it reminds me exactly how relevant it is by running out on me. The moment ends, and you have to say goodbye. Time marches on. In those moments, I am torn. Part of me wants to hold the second hand at gunpoint so it dares not move even an inch. Another part of me wants to use all the force inside of my body to push it forward and be done with it. And a final part of me wishes I would stop thinking about what’s going to happen or wallowing in what did, and enjoy what’s happening in that in-between, enjoy that quiet before the ticking resumes again, enjoy the now. It is the fact that time is finite, that it doesn’t last forever, that makes every moment important. The bitterness of the end makes the sweetness of it happening in the first place a kind of miracle. But knowing that doesn’t make it any easier to say goodbye. Time marches on. No matter how much of a love/hate relationship I may have with it, I want to see time as a friend. I have to see time as a friend. Time is the friend driving me to evolve into more. That ticking is a beat that shocks me into making choices, so I don’t get stuck or complacent. Time is an important ingredient in learning, choosing, thinking, feeling, loving, healing, changing, and most of the things that ultimately make me who I am and want to be. Time is the friend who reminds me to appreciate the conversations I have with someone because those conversations will end. To appreciate the sun shining down because tomorrow is going to be colder. To relish being able to kneel in front of Sir while my knees still (mostly) let me. To appreciate the people in my life, both old and new, because loss is inevitable. And to remember that it’s the loss that makes the connection so significant. Time is the friend that teaches me the lesson of embracing what I have when I have it. To not take anything for granted. To appreciate those sweet moments rather than waste them worrying about their end. To appreciate the future for what it could be, rather than what it no longer is. To think about it long after it’s gone, with fondness or growth, or caution. Time marches on. But time marching on doesn’t mean it abandons me. It always leaves more time in its place. Another friend knows that after mourning the loss of its predecessor, it’s time to see the opportunity in goodbye and march onto the next moment, and the next, and the next. Time marches on. ~goodgirlsdoresearch "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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Katanas and coffee are always a nice combination. Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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Time does march on. Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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If one really thinks about it in terms of precise, linear, clock time, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS TIME PRESENT--it is so evanescent as to be nonexistent. The closest thing to the present, if one insists on thinking in terms of clock time, would be, as aliljaded so eloquently, yet fancifully, put it--and I paraphrase--the infinitesimal moment of silent stasis between the second hand ticks on a clock. But this is illusory. From this perspective the FUTURE is born INSTANTLY from the womb of the PAST, without any purgatorial PRESENT. Newtonian clock.time, or historical time, operates, if you will, on a vertical axis--one damn thing happening after another, sequentially. Artistically, events may be recorded, or memorialized for posterity. but except for their sustention in historical records, past events slowly but surely take on an element of pure fictionality. However- -and here's the rub--there is also a horizontal axis or aspect to historical, calendrical. or clock time, which, instead of being the sequential procession or march of one damn thing after another, is rather, best thought of as a freeze-frame, if you will, on a moment of time or on the march of history, simultaneously, across the globe, to reflect many damn things happening at the very same time, universally. This has always been a difficult thing to get one's mind around. For instance, in our own little private universe of moments -let us say, while making love to a partner in Kalamazoo, Michigan, there are, at the exact same time or same string of moments, whole throngs of people brushing their teeth in the Ganges River in India. The lovers will continue to maintain their local focus, and not even be aware of this other geographically distant event going on, and vice versa. But the simultaneity of time, generally speaking, has to be acknowleged along with the sequentiality of time. There are those, as well, who believe in the reality of synchronicity, which is defined as "an apparently meaningful coincidence in time of two or more similar or identical events that are causally unrelated.' This brings me to what I believe was the main point of aliljaded's wonderful blog post. Instead of conceiving of TIME objectively according to a clock (which quite mendaciously defines TIME PRESENT) , she has chosen to view it subjectively, according to what might be called Bergsonian or Proustian TIME. In the same manner that a film editor (and a film's musical scorer) will, depending upon the differing contexts/scenes of the entire film, stretch or compress time (and increase or reduce the tempo and volume of the music), accordingly, for the enhancement of the viewer's subjective manner of apprehending or appreciating the viewed scenes, just as they might similarly be induced to manufacture their own (mood- or circumstance-generated) subjective time frames (e.g., lastingly elongated or reactively abbreviated, etc.), in real life situations. I will close by saying that, while there does seem to be some obvious truth to the maxim or mantra that "TIME MARCHES ON," it could also be argued--as it has, by some--that it is WE,WHO MARCH ON THROUGH TIME, conceived as an immovable eternal present, which negates the very notions of past & future. But to comment on THAT perspective, is beyond my pay grade... LOL. Great blog post, though, ALJ, one which, like all your others, serves to awaken my thoughts from their much-too-comfortable dormancy.
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There is the argument that time is not a fixed and objective reality, but rather a subjective and human-made illusion. I have been in peril when time stands still and in ecstasy when it flys by . . The march of time depends on your reality.
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7/26/2023 8:18 am |
"It's My Lazy Day" "Well I might have gone fishin' I got to thinkin' it over The road to the river Is a mighty long way Well, it must be the season No rhyme or no reason I'm takin' it easy It's my lazy day I never mind callin' 'Cause I ain't comin' Just get you on by me Stay out of my way (Stay out of my way) A little deep thinkin' Drives me to drinkin' Hey I'm a takin' it easy It's my lazy day Well I might have gone fishin' I got to thinkin' it over The road to the river Is a mighty long way It must be the season No rhyme or no reason I'm takin' it easy It's my lazy day..." Merle and Wille the type of pondering/deep thinking that they warn us about in their song...
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Time is never static.
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I really like this perspective on time 
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time never stops yet iT can speed up slow down or be bent use your time wisely it’s all gone way too fast...we are but a spec in time!
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A wonderful take on 'time'. As life goes on so does time, even thought it is a manmade constraint. The universe is infinite and timeless. Referencing the humbling distances between stars as an example. Before time was invented all they were were points of light in the night sky.. Now we know they are different "suns" with their own planets and how long it will take to get to them.. Hence the time constraint invented different suns!
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Waiting, waiting, is all most us do, wait for the toaster, wait for the lights, wait for a response. Waiting for the bad to end always seems to take longer, a good conversation makes time flyby, unfortunately we are hardwired to learn more from the bad than the good, when each moment is finished we remember the lesson learnt, marks fade, orgasms dissipate which do you have more memory of?
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Time is not linear, everything is circuitous Time IS infinite... YOU, are not, in this form. If YOU can believe matter is neither created or destroyed, then only our shape changes, WE go on. It is all a matter of time
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something to consider after morning coffee when awake. nice post
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Definitely something to ponder over
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Something to consider before morning coffee. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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