The imagination is one of
mankind's most valuable assets. I take great delight in exercising
mine, and truly enjoy playing games with myself. Today, I find myself
playing The Great Philosopher and the Train of Time. My obsession
with time and the speed of its passing is well known by anyone who
has followed these blogs. The concept of time is a human construct,
invented to keep the days and seasons apart. Pondering whether it
really exists is not unlike the old conundrum of the tree falling in
the forest--if no one is there to hear it fall, does it make any
noise? A falling tree sends out sound waves, unquestionably, but for
there to be noise requires ears to translate the sound waves into
noise. Does time require someone's awareness of it in order to exist?
Seconds, minutes, hours,
days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, millennia: what do
they matter if there is no one to be aware of them? What did they
matter before we became aware of them?
Without question, time
ceases for the individual with death. (Oh, and by the way, time
passes away--people don't pass away, they die. People
have a most annoying habit of using euphemisms for things they prefer
not to face directly.) Time and trains have a lot in common--they are
both immensely powerful and you can't stop either one by standing in
front of it and waving your arms. The train of time is speeding down
an endless track and we, as a species, hitched our little circus car
to it a long way into its journey. The vast majority of individual
members of our species get on and off with very little notice. We're
each born with a ticket to ride without having any idea of how long
or how far that ticket will take us. We are also born with no concept
of time itself. We gradually become aware of it as we move from being
an infant to being a toddler to being a child, and from the moment we
first become aware of it, it increasingly influences and in many
cases controls our lives.
I'm glad Mr. Einstein
pointed out that time is relative, but I think almost anyone pretty
much figures that out for themselves. The relativity of time is
patently obvious to anyone who has sat for an hour in a waiting room
with nothing to do but stare at the walls or, conversely, spent a
sunny day with friends at an amusement park. In the former instance,
time slows to a crawl. In the latter, it flashes by. For one so
reluctant to see time pass, I've always found the fact of time's
relativity to be an ultimate irony. Life is far too short under any
conditions, and then the more we enjoy it, the faster it goes by. The
ancient Babylonians believed that when one died, he/she sat on a
chair in a long hallway without moving for eternity. Just sitting
still with nothing to do for five minutes would be an eternity for
me. But its relative speed is an illusion--time itself neither slows
down or speeds up outside our own minds and some obscure laws of
physics.
We only gradually begin
first to suspect and then to realize that our ride is not free. For
most of us, the conductor doesn't even come by to start collecting
tickets until we're well into our journey. We recognize him only when
he stops before us and hands us a very large mirror. We still may not
know at what point we have to leave the train, but the conductor's
mirror gives us an indication.
That we humans are able to
accept so much without questioning or even thinking about it is,
another of nature's wonders. Just as we would never, quite literally,
be able to walk and chew gum at the same time if we had to consider
each and every movement that goes into putting one foot in front of
the other, or in moving the jaws up and down, spending too much time
contemplating...well, time...the past, the present, and the
future...would prevent us from going about the business of living
from day to day. The mind can too easily boggle if it tries to
contemplate too much too quickly in too much depth.
All we can do is to accept
the fact that we are aboard the train now, with absolutely no
guarantee of how much longer we might have, and that the best we can
to be comfortable with what we have and what we may hope to obtain.
And if, during our journey, we have acquired a degree of wisdom, we
also must be aware of our fellow passengers, and realize that we have
an obligation to remember not only them but those who rode the train
before us, and those who will be getting on at the next station.
Dorien's
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1 comment:
What is this train is but one train we have to ride? As in what if there are so many that it's practically an amusement park we're really at and this is one of the attractions? Can you imagine doing this multiple times? Or living lives on multiple planets and time periods?
What if when the doors open and we exit this ride, we marvel at what we experienced, tell our friends about it an queue up for another?
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