Edging Forward

It doesn’t seem so. But we do. Edge forward. Bit by bit.

Sometimes the direction reverses a tiny spit, but generally forward the direction. If for no other reason, time is spent. A second here; a second there. A whole hour gone. Gone. Slipping away. Ever onward in a march unstoppable until the end of all time.

Each will experience that. End of time. our own end of time. But the end of All Time?

Only a speculation. Now and then we catch a blip of it. Imagination latches on for a snippet of time; then gone. Quiet times allow rekindling the thought. Just a bit at a time. always a bit. Nevermore than that.

Young people don’t think of this topic much. For them much time exists. It is a large reality, not a bank with constant withdrawals. They spend their allotment much as we did when their age. No, it was not a waste of time; just a spending. An investment in reality. A time to see, feel, experience time and the activity contained within it. From that we understand ourselves a bit more, and the world around us, too.

Bit by bit we know existence. Wonder at it. Push its limits. Test its elasticity. Feel the pushback of time and possibility. The weaving of broad cloth ideas. Formation of knowing. Understanding larger ‘things’ that pull scrim far enough away for us to see more clearly. The something ‘out there’ that is not yet fully viewed. It suggests more but we know not.

Hello world. We are here. When will you unveil yourself fully? When are we to share in your meaning?

Not for a long time, if even then. The enigma beckons; suggested rewards await.

All the time it is the allure that is the prize. We think, reason, feel. And become the real.

Life is funny that way. And so enticing.

December 18, 2018