Time is personal
Posted by Simon Parke, 16 September 2017, 6.05am
Has it ever struck you that time is a rather personal matter?
‘Time is the substance we are made of,’ wrote Jorge Luis Borges, the 20th C writer and philosopher.
We are flesh and bones…and the experience of time.
‘Time is the river which sweeps me along,’ he continues, ‘but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.’
Time can do many things, we know this.
It isn’t a one-trick pony.
Time flies, it crawls, time flows, it rushes by, it drags… it sometimes stands still, not appearing to move at all.
‘I don’t know where the time has gone,’ we sometimes say.
Though perhaps we mean, ‘I don’t know where I have gone.’
For somehow, it is I: I am time…eternity compressed, eternity wide open, a good time, a difficult time, such a happy time, a tragic time, a time for despair, for peace, for tears… I am a time for everything.
My watch tells me the hours, yet I myself am the time.