Thoughts 8.10.22

Been thinking lately on the concept of time. It’s something I think on most days. The best days of life in my experience are where you are too full of life to worry about it. It’s the slow days, the quiet evenings and the empty afternoons where my consciousness drifts towards the inevitable and unavoidable constant drum of time. Some days if I am being honest, time feels like being stuck in the white wash. The waves constantly and predictably beating down. You get a breath for a moment and another wave comes barreling down. The idea was simple enough. A gentle and leisurely dip in the salty water. No harm there… But the riptide and pounding surf had other plans. The uninitiated fight it. They struggle for the surface and test their resolve against the primal forces of nature. Against a trillion gallons of insurmountable power coming face to face with an immovable mass of sand and dirt. And stuck in the middle of this primordial battle of the ultimates is a fleshy and fragile and fully finite being. Life is often like this. The tension of the ultimates with our fleshy, soft and quite breakable selves stuck in the battle. However, in the white wash as in life, the experienced will tell you to ride it out. Take a deep breath when it is available and allow these infinite forces to direct your finite existence. The Maker of the waves bound them and the infinite concept of time into direction and purpose. Told the sea where to stop and time when to end. And He knows when to give your momentary existence space to breath. Our job, as I remind myself daily and my prayer for you is this: allow the space set aside by the Orchestrater of the ultimates to be given to your auxiliary existence. For in the awareness of our nothingness can we fully become aware of the role we hold in the important interplay of the ultimates. Without our temporal existence to experience, ponder, discover and determine, this time of ours would be a waste. Yet somehow the Binder of the cosmos found it fit to set eternity in our souls and allow us a brief blink of time to try and figure it out. What a gift.