It’s always with exaggerated emotion that I leave something behind, whatever it may be. The miserable rented room where I lived for a few months, the dinner table at the provincial hotel where I stayed for six days, even the sad waiting room at the station where I spent two hours waiting for a train–yes, their loss grieves me.
I always live in the present. I don’t know the future and no longer have the past. The former oppresses me as the possibility of everything, the latter as the reality of nothing.
Time moves with or without you. It’s up to you how you use it. It’s up to you how you let people affect how you use it.
Time is a snake-oil remedy if you ask me. Some wounds just keep hurting as bad as they ever did.That’s what I think.
Some things are exactly how we leave them. Years go by and we long, passion builds, loss extends and we miss forbidden memories. Every once in awhile I long for what used to be instead of what is. I remember how I left it, last words said, how your voice echoes. It’s not sadness. It’s not quite happiness. It was bittersweet. Things were bittersweet. I still think of it quite often and wonder if the memories for you ever soften.
The problem with being alive, I can tell you now, is that it happens so fast, we don’t have the time to make sense of it in the same way that you can once you’re dead.
A Magic Hour’s Dreaming by Stewart StaffordIs there a sight more fair than wheaten fields,Awaiting the sun’s ambush to potently ignite?Colour vibrates beyond the eye revealed,To live, dance and breathe in honeyed light.Nature’s palette, painted hues so bright,Invites the bees to sip and man to dream,Of engineered art, dazzling to the sight,Authored lightning in a celestial seam.The creator’s canvas, mint beyond decay,Invites the inner child to replenish at source,Where Nature’s staff casts shadows away,Friendships bond as a trickling stream’s course.An eyeblink flash carved in history’s tree,Treasured riches pooled of those by our side.For in sepia’s sunflower memory,We court the hand of an agreeable bride.Fading birdsong underscores this bottled time,In butterfly hearts, the hourglass stilled sublime.Autumn’s leaves, ochre embers, curtsied fall,Farewell Summer, until roused in New Year’s call.© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.
There is only one manifestation of true caring: to spend time willingly for someone or something, even if it is a waste of time.
Love buys you time; reading helps you travel in time; play makes you forget about time; meditation teaches you to control time; and employment wastes your time.
The inherent nature of time dictates that everything it penetrates will be frozen into history and cannot be changed. No matter how strong the degree of regret is, it doesn’t help.
Before you dash away to shop, take a moment to stop and smell the gingerbread.
GOD CAN CHANGE CATERPILLARS INTO BUTTERFLIES, SAND INTO PEARLS, COAL INTO DIAMONDS AND YOUR EGO INTOSPIRIT BY USING TIME & PRESSURE
It’s a good idea to jot down some of your thoughts from time to time and compare them with these realities to see if they match them. After that, you’ll find yourself, like everyone else, often unconsciously swayed by thoughts that are actually completely unrealistic. This is normal. However, by recording, thinking and reflecting from time to time, you will become more and more adept at identifying unrealistic thoughts and escaping their influence. That’s the difference. Many people don’t know how unrealistic they really are in their lives.
When time is old ⟨and⟩ hath forgot itself,When water drops have worn the stones of Troy And blind oblivion swallowed cities up, And mighty states characterless are gratedTo dusty nothing,
As I observe the passage of time, I find an increasing appreciation for the concept of departure from this realm, not from a place of sorrow, but rather from an evolving sense of disconnection from a civilization that appears to be loosening its hold on intellect and decorum. The vernacular and idioms humans employ are shifting, less focused on the conveyance of ideas and more on the provocation of reaction or disdain. It is perplexing to witness linguistic constructs, across various tongues like Spanish, being repurposed not for their original intent but as subtle derogations. My aversion has always been towards the trivialization of language through vulgarity or derision masquerading as cleverness, particularly when it belittles or scoffs. Once, I entertained notions of altering the societal fabric, aspiring to refine the dialogue, yet now I grasp the insight in transforming one’s own essence instead. Perhaps the ultimate retreat lies not in relocating to another dimension but in transcending to a higher state of consciousness, where the cacophony of this world becomes merely a faint murmur.
Thus the Utopia of terrestrial paradise implies an absolute humanity within the transitory relations of terrestrial history. But there is no room in terrestrial reality, by its nature strictly confined and limited, for an absolute life. Yet the Utopia theory asserts that what has been impossible until now will not be so always, that an absolute and conclusive state will sooner or later crown historical relations. It affirms, not a transition from limited historical relations to some other plane of being, to some fourth dimension commensurable with the closed three dimensional world, but a fourth dimension of absolute life within the very framework of three-dimensional space. In this lie its fundamental metaphysical antithesis and essential instability, instead of seeing absolute life as the transition from terrestrial to, celestial history, it presupposes an ultimate solution of human destiny within the framework of terrestrial relations, a final integration of the three-dimensional world. It desires to humanize that absolute perfection and beatitude which can only be attained in the celestial reality and only contained in the fourth dimension.
A little consideration will reveal the absurdity of supposing that the present generation (if one can call ‘present’ that which is in the act of disappearing) or the generations of fifty or a hundred years hence can make a more real and valuable contribution to the human consciousness than those which existed fifty, a hundred or five thousand years ago. Our habit of breaking up time into the past, present and future does not entitle us to endow the last with more reality than the first. From the standpoint of the present, the future is no richer in reality than the past, and our efforts should be with reference, not to the future, but to that eternal present of which both future and past are one. The past has no existence except in our memory; the future is not yet, nor is it certain that it will be.
As a Mental Health Advocate, I’ve learned that some stories take time to surface—patience is part of the healing process. Learn to understand when their isolation feels like rejection to you, because if they don’t put themselves first, they’re going to ‘break’. To those who struggle to open up, know that your silence is understood, and your journey will unfold in its own time. Your story is safe with me, whether it’s told today, tomorrow, or when you’re ready
Pourquoi les aiguilles des horloges effectuent-elles le tour d’un cadran au lieu de monter et descendre le long d’une colonne, comme le mercure d’un thermomètre ? On aurait moins le sentiment de tourner en rond. Bien sûr, les secondes n’en finissent jamais de mourir au musée du monde, et le billet d’entrée n’est pas valable éternellement, mais enfin, vous connaissez ce dessin de Charles Schulz ? Charlie Brown et Snoopy sont assis sur un ponton, au bord de l’eau. « Nous allons tous mourir un jour », se désole Charlie Brown. Et Snoopy lui répond : « Mais pas lors des autres jours. » Il circule une traduction moins littérale, mais plus exacte du propos de Snoopy : « Oui, mais tous les autres jours, nous allons vivre. » C’est la version que je préfère. Ce n’est pas parce qu’il est impossible de faire reculer le temps qu’il faut renoncer à casser la gueule aux chronomètres.
Wind soughed in the weeds. Inside him the flesh metronome went tick, tick. Life slipped away hadon by hadon, limning every joy with a rime of grief; and he walked backward into the future, waving and crying out Goodbye! Good-bye! Good-bye!A Short, Sharp Shock
Since we are psychic beings and not entirely dependent upon space and time, we can easily understand the central importance of the resurrection idea: we are not completely subjected to the powers of annihilation because our psychic totality reaches beyond the barrier of space and time.Through the progressive integration of the unconscious we have a reasonable chance to make experiences of an archetypal nature providing us with the feeling of continuity before and after our existence.The better we understand the archetype, the more we participate in its life and the more we realize its eternity or timelessness. ~Carl Jung, CW 18, Para 1572
The past comes, the future, the past, the future. It’s always now, it’s never now.
…time is only as dense as the thoughts that you push through it.
For at a certain point in time even the greatest architecture ceases to be completely architecture and becomes partially landscape. Sometimes the wheel at last turns full circles; the pyramids are now wholly landscape, Stonehenge but faintly architecture. from the essay What should we preserve? in The Future of the Past
I had an argument with time. It cost me half a decade of counting yesterdays…
But that I know love is begun by time,And that I see, in passages of proof,Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.There lives within the very flame of loveA kind of wick or snuff that will abate it,And nothing is at a like goodness still;For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,Dies in his own too-much. That we would doWe should do when we would. For this ‘would’ changes,And hath abatements and delays as manyAs there are tongues, are hands, are accidents.And then this ‘should’ is like a spendthrift sigh,That hurts by easing.
It’s better to be alive wishing I was dead, then dying wishing I could live forever.
I’ve wasted all those yesterdays and am completely out of tomorrows
Time refused to answer her. There was no this time, no next time, no time at all.
For me, the real issues of our time are the issues of every time—the hurt and wonder of loving; making in all its forms—children, loaves of bread, paintings, buildings; and the conservation of life of all people in all places, the jeopardizing of which no abstract doubletalk of ‘peace’ or ‘implacable foes’ can excuse. (Context, 1962)
He has a golf swing like a Bukowski line. It’s slightly rough, but it’s got a shape that knifes through time.
The amount of time you spent together probably matters, but less time doesn’t mean less love. Whether it’s a day or a year, human or cat, and even if we may never see them again, there are those who are irreplaceable in our lives.[Tomoka, handbag designer]
One factor that obstructs our understanding of the world is our insatiable desire to understand it at any cost. If we insist on understanding the world at any price, we will not understand it or will only partially understand it. Such an attitude is motivated more by self-promotion than a desire for fundamental understanding. If we freed ourselves from all possible chains, we would expand our views, and what we wanted to achieve at any cost could be achieved at a lower price.
A dimension is a measure of something wrongly used as the property or feature of something, but space itself is not, in its essence, what we think it is. We imagine space, conceptually and linguistically, as something solid and conditionally emptiness if this emptiness is within something tangible as matter. In this way, all we measure is the measure of a shape that we see in the way we see it, not how it is. We can also measure distances between the shapes. This is how we form our idea of space. Even if there was no absolute vacuum, what gives space or dimensions to anything we measure or see as space in the “material universe” is this void or nothingness. We experience and measure all the physical qualities of reality, but they are only “coordinates” or informational, immaterial skeletons of Reality appearing in the forms we experience as “physical.” We measure this very void for, without it, space or our idea of space is impossible.
There are so many ways of being divided, length and height and breadth… but to be divided by time is the worst way of all.
Time isn’t a currency. You can’t save it, you can’t store it, and the rich certainly don’t have more of it. Time is a problem, a solution, a gift and a curse. It’s everything we have and don’t. The passage of time is somewhat of an illusion, and like an illusion, it depends on how you view it. But one thing is for certain, we must learn to enjoy what we have of it.
So the year went on, a dark year, though now each day had that one bright hour at its dawn.
At the point of creation, two poles of the Absolute, Universal Mind (Something) and Absolute Void (Nothing) become creators of the world. The Universal Mind is the active “pole,” and the Absolute Void (Nothingness) is the passive “pole.” At the “moment” of creation, the Universal Mind envelops nothingness by the size of its program, but there is always nothingness “beyond” this nothingness unaffected by the creation. There can be many of these creations or universes. All of them together form the Universe. The Universe we live in is only a speck of the real Universe we cannot identify based on our current technology. It is a big question whether we will ever be able to glimpse the Absolute except through abstract thought and imagination, which are, in my opinion, legitimate methods not only of philosophical investigation but also scientific ones.
According to Einstein, gravity is not a force but the shape of space curvature in the spacetime continuum. If gravity is not a force, and it is not, but the effect of the curvature of space, then the curvature of space is the effect of motion. This spacetime continuum and, consequently, the curvature of space would not be possible without spaceless space and timeless time. Spaceless space is infinity, and timeless time is eternity. Spaceless and timeless are the basis for space and time. Universal Mind is the basis for creation. This creation is the creation of the World (“matter”), space with curvatures, and time that can be “measured.” Without an absolute void, there would be no space, and there would be no time. Without space, time, in its real sense, is not possible.
Only in the created world is life and evolution possible in a real sense. Space creates distances and relations, and time is another type of measure. In this sense, the world would not be possible without space and time. The World beyond its “physical” realm is not measurable. Only things with form can exist, coexist, relate to one another, and have a duration.
Time is not possible without space. Everything beyond the “physical” world is either endless or eternal. Absolute void is endless and, therefore, nonexistent. Absolute void is space without space. In absolute space, every point is the same point. Absolute space is pointless and spaceless. A pointless point is out of space or place.
When it comes to ones dearest to our hearts, no hours bought can ever replace the minutes lost.
Time (as is well known) sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a worm. But a man feels particularly happy when he doesn’t even notice whether it’s passing quickly or quietly.
Time, however, the cruel mistress of the living, had run out.
You people chase time, you waste time, you borrow time and you lose time. You say time flies, time heals and time will tell. You are in time, you are on time, you have all the time in the world and then you’re out of time, but you never really understand what time is. You are blinded by the moment in which you live, but you fail to realize that each passing moment contains both its future and its past.
Maybe, all alone, your story is on the small side. Most stories, taken by themselves, can feel that way. Like how an island that stands alone in a huge sea can look small. But if you stop looking at that one island and instead see how it’s part of a whole archipelago, how the Pacific is filled with islands, then you might start to notice how big your story actually is. How much space and time and how many connections it covers.
Recuerde el alma dormida,avive el seso y despiertecontemplandocómo se pasa la vida,cómo se viene la muertetan callando;cuán presto se va el placer;cómo después de acordadoda dolor;cómo a nuestro parecercualquiera tiempo pasadofue mejor.
The exit of the Being is not in exiting itself but instead leaving on a voyage. Since there is nothing except the Being and Nonbeing (the Nothing, emptiness), it cannot go on a journey because a journey into the void has no meaning or purpose. Alone within itself, at the height of its power, it becomes the same as its opposite—Nothingness. The Being resolves this problem not by moving into emptiness but by moving into itself, by sucking up nothingness, or void, into itself.
Space and time are only concepts; neither actually exists. If you can’t gain salvation on this very spot, then it will be beyond your reach no matter where you go.
Without emptiness, there are no dimensions, distances, or lengths; without an extent, there is no distance, path, motion, or relationships.
Only we pass through time, measuring our growth and observing our disappearance. Time does not pass. Time does not measure us; instead, we measure time and are the measure of time.
The future is a concept, it doesn’t exist. There is no such thing as tomorrow. There never will be, because time is always now.
I thought I was killing time, but it turned out that time was killing me.
When you seem to have too much time, time steadily begins to lose its value.