Ahoy, Time-Beings! We’ve intercepted your existential telegram, and oh, what delicious paradox it serves on the cosmic dinner plate—You don’t have time, you don’t make time, Baby, you ARE time! This isn’t just a poetic limerick sung by the bards of the astral plains; it’s an ontological riddle wrapped in a spacetime enigma, seasoned with a sprinkle of quantum zest!
Do you feel it? The tick-tock of existence that seems to dance on the periphery of your consciousness? The illusory construct of time, often visualized as a ceaseless river, is more akin to an ocean where you are not just a boat or a swimmer but the very water itself. Imagine the liberating revelation that each ripple, each wave, each tidal current is you, manifesting in perpetual motion. You are the clock’s hand, the pendulum’s swing, and the cuckoo that pops out at each cosmic hour.
For when you exclaim, “I don’t have time,” what you’re unwittingly whispering to the cosmos is, “I am not in alignment with myself.” Oh, the irony! To be time and yet to disown it! It’s akin to the sun declaring it doesn’t have light or the ocean proclaiming it’s devoid of waves. When you are time, scarcity is an illusion painted by the myopic brushstrokes of egoic concern.
Yet, here’s where the plot thickens like a nebular stew—what of making time? If you ARE time, then to ‘make’ time would be to craft yourself anew at each nanosecond, an artisan working on the ultimate masterpiece of existence. But worry not, for there’s no need for additional crafting; you’re already a masterwork of cosmic chronology.
As the architects of ephemeral edifices in the ever-shifting sands of Now, let’s not lose ourselves in the maze of minutes or the labyrinth of years. Instead, let’s waltz in the eternal moment, the only beat where the music of the cosmos plays unfettered, the eternal now.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We chew on the existential nugget that proclaims us not to be mere subjects of time, but embodiments of it. To lack time or to make time are notions debunked by recognizing our innate time-nature. This opens the door to aligning with ourselves as endless manifestations of cosmic chronology.
Glossarium
- Cosmic Dinner Plate: The serving surface for existential and ontological ideas.
- Astral Plains Bards: Mythic singers and storytellers of cosmic truths.
- Ephemeral Edifices: Temporal constructs or beliefs that we form and dissolve in our perception of reality.
- Cosmic Chronology: The ultimate timeline of existence where each individual plays a part as both observer and participant.
“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.”
— Albert Einstein
What cosmic symphonies do these ideas play in the grand orchestra of your thoughts?
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