Time is Binary Two
I am sensitively aware that the physical scientists do not agree with each other on just what time really is. Definitions range all the way from time is a red sail in the sunset, to time is a summer vacation, which sounds like the best I've heard in the mix.
But it does not matter what definition one uses; it seems to me because time fools us all, even as we admit time is fooling us. Time, since I am not privy to private scientific lingo, is perception. When I, was free to play for the summer, the first generation in my familty to do so, I felt summer was going to last forever. I did not know that summer off was for children instituted to help their parents bring in the harvest.
On the other hand, holding my hand on a scalding hot radiator for a split second was closer to forever than working in the fields all summer. So, there is a host of perceptions that influence time, all perceptions.
So then so what? There is no time in the spirit. We instinctively know that time changes in the spirit to eternal. However, in this life, time is everything. It drags on forever and suddenly it is over with everyone acting if it is going to continue indefinitely as time dwindles down to a few precious months.
This is not true so I believe the motivation to think that way is the work of doubt, and the devil of error for destructive purposes. We only have so much time and it is unknown. We say time is money, but I always know how much money I have, but I'll never know how much time. Yet I go on acting as if I have indefinite amount of time, merely because I do not know how much time I have. An error is the fruit of error. So is the spirit of doubt and the devil.
It seems better then to make haste and figure out the most important questions that face ourselves. This is why it is called salvation, because we can clearly see that destruction is in the offing. Someday we will all be as dead people out of mind. We will only be remembered by those who remain,
I am Crossing the Sea of Forgetfulness
When even they are gone our living memory will be gone and take on a unfamiliar existence. I am reluctant to admit the famous poeple of my time will be forgotten like I will be forgotten. So I want to build the foundation of my salvation as solid as I can, right now. Under construction.
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