Magnetic Push
As you read the below, try listening to Flutes of Chi (Ween) in the background.
What interests me is Time but not the orderly tracking of the milliseconds or the continuous ticking to show constant continuation; iinstead its unique properties of abstractness. The derivative of Time is what we have created, to try to explain the change we see in a clear language. The seasons change and the Earth orbits the sun which orbits the galaxy which itself expands infinitely; the progression of it is what we define into time. But can Time be explained so easily?
In metaphorical terms, Time is magnetic... even perhaps on Acid.
As children, our charge was opposite to external time. The concept of time, artifically created by adults had no interest in our lives. We could not be in sync nor could we understand their version of time. Our freedom was only limited to our imagination, our thoughts were truths, and our lives were marked with eternity. We grasped something we only try so hard to understand now.
The ravishing nature of time (the demands we subconsciously agreed to at birth) decomposes the charge we once had. We become attracted (as opposite attracts unconsciously) to the time that is external of ourselves. We become entombed in the same steps and we lose that freedom we once believed was our right. The battle that we used to fight with cardboard swords, we have lost for the moment. It would have been grand to have the external nature of time bow down to us, but alas, it is never written in the stars.
What interests me is Time but not the orderly tracking of the milliseconds or the continuous ticking to show constant continuation; iinstead its unique properties of abstractness. The derivative of Time is what we have created, to try to explain the change we see in a clear language. The seasons change and the Earth orbits the sun which orbits the galaxy which itself expands infinitely; the progression of it is what we define into time. But can Time be explained so easily?
In metaphorical terms, Time is magnetic... even perhaps on Acid.
As children, our charge was opposite to external time. The concept of time, artifically created by adults had no interest in our lives. We could not be in sync nor could we understand their version of time. Our freedom was only limited to our imagination, our thoughts were truths, and our lives were marked with eternity. We grasped something we only try so hard to understand now.
The ravishing nature of time (the demands we subconsciously agreed to at birth) decomposes the charge we once had. We become attracted (as opposite attracts unconsciously) to the time that is external of ourselves. We become entombed in the same steps and we lose that freedom we once believed was our right. The battle that we used to fight with cardboard swords, we have lost for the moment. It would have been grand to have the external nature of time bow down to us, but alas, it is never written in the stars.
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