Part One

Strange how life, and time, continue when we are in shock and pain. Like you are in
two
different worlds, one full of the length and breadth of grief, a private, huge place
with
lonely echos and scarey corners and niches, with a tornado at it's center which can
grab
you and throw you as you are turned into every memory, every feeling, sharply,
achingly
pelting, like ice slivers, through the mind. Chaos, turmoil, nothing to grasp inside to
stop
the spinning. Yet the other world does not stop to let you come to terms with the
new
reality, burdens of sadness pile up, time should stop for grief, time should honor
emotions
so deeply felt, time heals. Time leaps and slows, time is the supreme ruler, TIME knows
everything.


Part Two

Time is the only thing that touches everything in the universe. Time is
powerful.
One of the definitions in the dictionary, good old Webster's 1984 version, is: the
point
or period when something occurs. You know, we don't live in the universe, we live in "Time".
Intimately,
completely, wholly immersed in the flow of time. Another definition: a continuum which lacks
spatial
dimensions and in which events succeed one another from past to present to
future.
Now spatial is an interesting word: relating to, occupying, or having the
character
of space. So, it would seem, we really have no
clue
what the real properties of time
are,

it doesn't
relate to space,
it doesn't
occupy space
and it isn't space.

And, it is multi-layered, sometimes to the extreme, in every person's
life.

Time affects everything we do. We "measure" Time, we "see" Time passing, we "need" more Time or want Time to "slow down", things happen "at the same time", "in no time", "from time to time" or "on time".

The numerous words that can be linked to time, to
me,
make it the most important word used to describe our spatial
lives.

Odd.

Erin Moen
1/28/03
Copyright 2003 ©

Another rant, from 5/2002, reworked.