TIME IS AN ENIGMA

TIME IS AN ENIGMA
Time flies ?

Reason tells us that we measure time as a period of consciousness. We either mentally click off the duration as it happens, or sort of fill in the blanks when we awake, or return to conscious or focused thought. In the simplest sense we measure time as events or durations against regular or known standards, such as our watch, calendar, how long something took before, or simply the rising and setting of the sun. Man has long ago measured time against the relation of the earth to other celestial bodies and the orbit and rotation of our planet. If we lived on, or used another planet as our point of observation, with a different orbit, rotational speed, or proximity to the sun, would we view time differently. Have we added new knowledge and language to our lexicon, as we advance technologically, and look further into space. How about the use of the atomic clock, or carbon dating to gauge the passing of time, or our measure for longer frames of time, the light year?
Does time have meaning in a total vacuum, in the absence of any standard or measure to compare or subject it to. Can we logically equate it to the proverbial question “if a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it, does it make a sound”.

Why do some events or happenings seem to occur at an accelerated pace, and other seem to stretch out, and crawl at an agonizingly slow pace. One thing we know for sure is that time marches forward, and waits for no man. Have you ever been so board that a day seemed to drag on for ever. How about a restless night where you just couldn’t seem to sleep for more than 20 minutes at a time. Every time you opened your eyes after what seemed like an interminable amount of time, only to find out that only a few minutes have passed. Or possibly a long airline flight that seemed to take forever.

Time is the great equalizer. We each get the same 24 hours in a day. What we do with that time is largely up to us. One thing we know, time in a finite commodity for us. It is a perishable resource, that we can not save or conserve, and we can not renew or replenish. We can’t give or borrow our time and curiously we have no idea how much of it we may have left.

We can look back and evaluate, but we can not look forward with the same clarity. Our thought and reason can not determine the beginning of time, and we can’t really envision the end of time. I some respects the vastness, and uncertainty of time, minimumalize our very existence. Our lives, our works, our importance, become a mere flash in the continuum of time. A mere heartbeat, lost in the infinite vastness of the universe.

Time is fleeting and evasive. It is said we live only in the moment. With each breath we take and each second that ticks by, time flows quickly from the present to the past. Time travels in a flow and cadence that has remained unchanged in the infinite realm of God.
Time can be our friend, as when we allow it to expire, before our competitors or adversaries can act. Or time can be our enemy, as it runs out on us, and as it marches on inexorably


Thanks for your time..

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