We pass on that which we no longer are in need of, not that which we no longer want. Or is it that we keep what we want and throw away that which is of no use to us anymore.
Time is the fortune, the banker, the mistress. Time is knowledge. Past, present, future, intertwined in this vicious cycle of never ending time. The end of the world, the apocalypse, 2000, 2012, the eclipses, the sun; it is all just a simple strategy to explain time. To explain this cycle – the cycle of death, of life , of after life; of mortality. The soul.
Past present and future all but a blur, blurred vision of the world. What it was/is/could be. Why is it never ending? This is what we fail to understand. Why the Mayans decided the must be an end, and why every other prediction throughout the generations has been made. Because for there to be a beginning there must be an end, must there not? Why are we living an ever ending life or dream?
Is it simply real because we believe it is.
It is a possibility that all moments of time co-exist simultaneously, and if this is the case maybe we could remember how this is, what the beginning is and what the end is, if there is one. Can we merge time together, so that it becomes a real state of human existence.
What are we so afraid of? Surely the end is what we would hope for.
Yet so many of us fear it, fear death. Fear losing this particular dream. We don’t want to wake up, to remember. But why, if they are all the same dream repeated. Day after day, hour after hour, minute by minute, seconds by seconds. There is no time span.
Time is an illusion.
A projection of our own ingenuity. Our own consciousness. Time is the safe to the dream, unlock it and you end it.
It, what? Life? No.
The not knowing.
Do you become free?
I wonder if when we die, it all stops being so confusing. Time ceases to matter, to exist. We are just aware. If we just understand.
Maybe that is what being at peace is.
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