Let me put it a little less crazy...
When Time Turns Over:
Holy shit… I am 23. Well not quite—my birthday is in 6 days. I remember when 6 days felt like a lifetime, hell, at some point it was a lifetime. In fact at some point, if I keep going back far enough, to May 21, 1989, 6 days would BE my lifetime exactly. Time keeps ticking by, continuous, constant. But our perception does not. Time begins to fly by. It seems to accelerate, as we grow older. Now do you get it? Holy shit…
I mean think about it. Remember how you felt waiting to get your first driver’s license? It was an eternity! Things have not changed much since then. We still have to wait an eternity at the DMV, but even so something is different. Time feels more—precious. We certainly do not want to waste it, but we do not realize how precious it really is until it is too late. Live each moment like it is your last, because at some point, it will be. Our entire existence will collapse into one single moment. But wait. What happened before I was born? Time certainly didn’t stand still, nor will it when my time comes, as it were. Time just keeps on moving, but where does it go?
May 9, 1966, 6 day before my birth, 23 years before my birth—where was I then? And where will I be 23 years after my death? It is almost as if on that day, the day of my birth, time turned over and I was brought into this world a conscious being. Say this is true, will time turn over again when it is my time to go?
Now I am no Einstein, but it seems a certain somebody figured out that space and time are intimately connected. In a vacuum, the speed of light is a constant to all observers, or so I am told. No matter how I move, towards or away, up or down, the speed of light that I observe will always be the same in a vacuum—in a sense, time and light reference one another, like yin and yang, like north and south. Time has directionality, it flows like hot to cold, so too then must light. Did I lose you there?
Let’s imagine the Big Bang as a beacon of light emerging out of nothingness at a single point in space, continuously emitting light in all directions. Ok, who cares? There is a lantern floating in space, big deal. Well… If light and time are truly connected, then light like time must be traveling, and it is! Light travels at 299,792,458 meters per second, the same speed at which all-massless particles ought to travel in a vacuum. We usually think of light traveling as instantaneous, but it is not. It just keeps on going, constantly, continuously. From this cosmic eternal beacon radiates a field of concentric energy waves. As each wave propagates in time away from the origin of light, a new wave front is born, and continues to travels on just as the first forming the geometry of life. http://www.world-mysteries.com/FOL_large.gif
Let us say this is true. Lets up say that the origin of the Universe is pure energy being continuously emitted from a central point. Where does that get us? Nowhere! Sure the planets, galaxies and other extraterrestrial terrestrial bodies seem spherical, as do their orbits. This is also true of the atomic level, but what about us? Why do the heavens above and the heavens within seem to poses the majesty of curvature--bending and looping and breathing--while we are stuck here, ridged and flat, moving in absolutes? Forwards and back, up and down, we never seem to let our hair down and join the heavens both beyond and within us.
Is the problem that we are blind to the truth right in front of our eyes? When Eve took a bite out of the Apple of Eden, Man was imbued with the power of knowledge, at the cost of losing touch of that which is eternal, holy and sacred. Perhaps knowledge is the veil that prevents us from finding Truth. We spend so much time seeking that which is, that we fail to look at that which isn’t. Of all of Mans great inventions, none exemplifies our progress towards truth like the wheel. We focus on the spokes of the wheel, but it is not the spokes which make the world turn, no—It is space itself! The wheel obtains its usefulness from its emptiness. It is the hole in the center of the wheel, which allows it to move.
The answer is so obvious that it cannot be seen. We were blinded by our own arrogance. The most intelligent beings on the planet, ha! My ass… It was our perspective that was wrong all along. We thought the Earth was flat. Any rational being would have come to this conclusion. All one need to do is draw two parallel lines on the ground with a third line normal to each, since the connecting line only intersects the parallel lines at one point, one can come to the conclusion that the Earth is flat. We are taught to be blind. That geometry is flat, that reality is flat, and that life is flat. Life is not made of lines and edges; it is made of curves and bends. Balance, ratios. But wait? Do we not define circles by that most curious of numbers, pi? Ahh yes, pi, the ratio of a circles circumference in relation to diameter, the joining of the Heavens and Earth. That number which we call irrational.
Maybe time is like pi. Irrational. 3.14159 on and on never repeating, never knowing what will come next, but always approaching greater and greater perfection. Maybe it is time we join the Heavens, and start living like circles! Maybe it is time to take a step back and say, “God damn it! Enough is enough!” Maybe it is time to change direction, to evolve towards the absolute, to join the world of circles and cry out, “I am different!” To dance, to move, to laugh and cry. To break free of the illusion that we all must fit in a box! To realize that there were never walls to contain us in the first place, for we are created in Gods likeness.
Three days have past since I first sat down to reflect on this most recent trip around the sun. Three day left till my birthday. And right smack dab at the junction between past and future lie life—the present. What is time? Who knows... After all, I am no Einstein. But I do know this, that when time turns over, I will be a better man.