Sep 25
Time, time, time. I carry you as a weight. I carry you from the moment of my birth.
After all, time is distance… distance is nothing but walking. So I walk and walk and walk the path that is before me. Carrying my burden of time.
As I age, I remember more and more small bits of my past. They come to me dressed in shadow and fog yet I feel connection with those moments.
These are ‘Perfect Moments’
I realize, as they pass by that they are significant. They are Echoes of something experienced long in the past.
Now I have some sense that the significance is related to the section and direction of the path I am walking.
I try to glean insight from The Perfect Moment…. But it’s like the word at the tip of your tongue that you can’t quite grasp. Or that vague image in your mind of a recently completed dreams sequence that is now fading. You tell yourself “if I could just reach a little bit farther I would understand” But it is kept just beyond your reach!
There it is again! That ****** boundary that stops me every time, from grasping the truth that is just beyond my reach… Frustrated I turn my back on the idea that fundamental truth is within my grasp. I tell myself to release this compulsion!
With continued frustration, I seek answers in science, in all the religions of the world, classical philosophy…
None of these satisfy the drive for fundamental truth. I cannot argue the data points provided by science. And of course you cannot argue philosophy or religion because their truth is unprovable, completely dependent on one’s ability to have faith.
YET I KEEP REACHING FOR THE TRUTH!! the truth that is always just outside of my grasp.
Then, at the end, I realize that the real truth lays in the Seeking… For whatever reason in heaven or earth, the striving for the truth is all that we can attain in this lifetime. And that the answers will come in the next….
After all, time is distance… distance is nothing but walking. So I walk and walk and walk the path that is before me. Carrying my burden of time.
As I age, I remember more and more small bits of my past. They come to me dressed in shadow and fog yet I feel connection with those moments.
These are ‘Perfect Moments’
I realize, as they pass by that they are significant. They are Echoes of something experienced long in the past.
Now I have some sense that the significance is related to the section and direction of the path I am walking.
I try to glean insight from The Perfect Moment…. But it’s like the word at the tip of your tongue that you can’t quite grasp. Or that vague image in your mind of a recently completed dreams sequence that is now fading. You tell yourself “if I could just reach a little bit farther I would understand” But it is kept just beyond your reach!
There it is again! That ****** boundary that stops me every time, from grasping the truth that is just beyond my reach… Frustrated I turn my back on the idea that fundamental truth is within my grasp. I tell myself to release this compulsion!
With continued frustration, I seek answers in science, in all the religions of the world, classical philosophy…
None of these satisfy the drive for fundamental truth. I cannot argue the data points provided by science. And of course you cannot argue philosophy or religion because their truth is unprovable, completely dependent on one’s ability to have faith.
YET I KEEP REACHING FOR THE TRUTH!! the truth that is always just outside of my grasp.
Then, at the end, I realize that the real truth lays in the Seeking… For whatever reason in heaven or earth, the striving for the truth is all that we can attain in this lifetime. And that the answers will come in the next….
