The idea of time (and yes, I am going to refer to it as an idea for the lack of a better term), has been pondered upon for more risings and fallings of the sun than most of us could imagine. It’s a very interesting concept, whose rules govern most of the modern and civilized world. However, I’ve come to realize that much like myself, very few people truly comprehend what time is. Certainly there is a scientific definition of time which is bound by the laws of logic and reason; however, it is all too typical of my mind to overlook such a formulaic and impersonal explanation in the search for a more romanticized and humanistic response.
After 19 years and approximately 7100 risings and fallings of the sun, I’ve come to realize that if God is the master of all fate, then time is God’s mover and it orchestrates us all within this great cosmic symphony. However, if mankind is the master of his own destiny, then time itself is the mover: the manifestation of choice within our own subjective experience; the flame which consumes us all as we unknowingly burn away into the imminent form of all carbon based beings: ash.
Time shapes us all in a variety of different ways as the path of our life unfolds. However, it is not necessarily time itself which shapes us, but rather our subjective experience of the events contained within time and the accumulation of the choices that we make.
Fell asleep…
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