Time

A Precious and Elusive Quantity

Running around this AM to turn back my various clocks and watches one hour has put me to mind of time.

We seem to live in an eternal now, but we're also always marching into the future even as we're looking back to the past for some guidance for that forward march. Time is a real conundrum. It's inexorable yet in a way mutable. Yet we also seem trapped in time; we can't go back to change something we'd like to change, to see someone we've lost, but we also can't accelerate time to get to a desired goal or person more quickly.

Is there a way to lift ourselves out of time, to become "timeless"? Is there a way to control it, a “time machine"? Is it a mercy that we can't control time? (Think of the chaos if people could jump into time machines and keep changing events in the past, or popping up unpredictably in the future.)

They say time heals all wounds, but of course that isn't true. Perhaps time does add a scab over some wounds ... perhaps over time we gain some wisdom as we decay. I’ve got the decaying part down … wisdom is proving harder.