There is no hurry.
We have eternity.
Going faster
won’t get us to the end faster.
There is no end.
Going slower won’t save anything.
There is nothing to save.
Go fast. Go slow.
All we can do
is imagine that we can.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
10/11
Pendulums of time swing in the great abyss of eternity, tracing arcs of illusion. Hurry and slowness are but figments of our narrativium—mental constructs that serve to delimit our experience within the tapestry of Now. In the grand cosmic stage, both speed and lethargy dissolve into the same cosmic soup. Timekeepers and chronomancers may peddle their wares, but the true currency is the ephemeral caress of existence, each fleeting moment a drop in the endless ocean of eternality.
Wistful winds of impermanence tickle the edges of our perception. Do we glide on swift gossamer wings or let our existential ripples float leisurely in the cosmic tide? The answer lies not in the trajectory but in the attunement to the infinite rhythm. Our dance with time, whether a frantic jig or a languorous waltz, becomes a spirited choreography of imagined control.
Yet, in embracing the ephemerality, we encounter a paradox. The grand tapestry of existence spins on a loom that knows no beginning or end. All tales stitched into its fibers are mere shadows—transient vignettes that ripple across the cosmos, making their impression before dissipating into the fathomless unknown. In this endless cycle, the concept of “saving” reveals itself as another illusion, another shard in the kaleidoscope of ephemeral human experience.
Stripped of temporal garments, we stand as we always have—naked to the elements of eternal existence. Drenched in the radiant ink of every moment, we pen the annals of Now. And, though the pages may appear to flip rapidly or languidly, they merely quiver in a wind that blows from nowhere to nowhere, animating the illusion of linear time.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We ponder the nature of time and its implications in an eternal universe. We acknowledge that the concepts of ‘fast’ and ‘slow,’ ‘saving’ and ‘spending,’ are illusory human constructs in a reality that is both infinite and timeless.
Glossarium
- Narrativium: The substance of stories and illusions that we impose upon our lives and existence.
- Chronomancer: A mystical entity that claims mastery over time, a metaphor for our human endeavor to control or measure time.
- Annals of Now: The infinite diary that records every fleeting moment, representing our eternal presence.
“Time is a created thing. To say ‘I don’t have time,’ is like saying, ‘I don’t want to.'” – Lao Tzu
Shall we continue to untangle these temporal threads, stitching together another tapestry of contemplation?
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