The Edge of HeavenTime is all we have. It is what tethers us to our reality. Time stolen for an intimate moment brings happiness, however fleeting. Time stolen from our expectations makes us bitter, however unfounded. And we are reminded over again that time may not really exist. From the Sunday sermon to the Tuesday Science Section, time is assailed in its assumptive relativity. And in those same places time is hailed as clarity within a world of disunity. Christians, Muslims and the rest of that sort bide their time, or so it would seem, until the time they can spend their time after time with the Creator of time. Leibniz, a far more engaging thinker to my mind than Newton, his unContinental nemesis, maintained time to be simply a figment of a necessary imagination. Useful, interesting in context, but figmentus nonetheless. I watch my son grow. That is a new sense of time to me.
1 comment:
life = time. time = money. life = money.
quit fawning over your kid and get to work.
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