Sunday, June 10, 2007

Time is just something that we assign. You know, past, present, it's just all arbitrary. Most Native Americans, they don't think of time as linear; in time, out of time, I never have enough time, circular time, the Stevens wheel. All moments are happening all the time.
Television program, “Northern Exposure”

Time is simply a vibration of dimensions; places and times beyond comprehension in resonance.

There is no present; only the razor's edge cleaving the future into the past. By the time you read this sentence and it registers in your brain, it is already the past. That point of future to past is, according to Einstein, undefinable. The present is simply the recent past; a recent past that should be savored for all it can provide.

There are some few who exist only on the distant past, unable to release things and allow them to settle into a quiet harmonious hum that is our individual existences. There are some few who exist only in the future, hoping and praying and wishing for things and never appreciating what they have.

Neither enjoy the recent past; the present. They live in times and places that will not; or should not continue to exist. They may exist in the moment of the present only briefly, only to jettison themselves to whence they came. Perhaps it is an illness. Perhaps it is their own universe.

Classical physics tells us that the past affects the future. Actions direct future options and possibilities. That may be true. Quantum physics has a different take on it. The observation of something, sort of 'snaps into place' the past. Actions still direct future possibilities, but it is the past that is truly affected.

Perhaps those living in the future are simply hoping to change the future. Perhaps those living in the past hope to change history.

For those who live in the future: dreams and hopes and wishes are only as good as the actions placed behind them. For those who live in the past: history, with or without quantum physics, cannot be changed.

It is my belief that happiness lies on the razor's edge.

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