The start of time
Time has been on my mind; in some shape or other I have been playing hide and go seek with it for a while; but now we have finally come face to face, and I'm finding the courage within me to delve in it more seriously. I chase it, it chases me; it shows me a glimpse of my fragility; my past sneaks up into my present; I can't stand still in the present and yet the future is unknown; and my life continues ticking away. Complex relationship; and how am I to understand and improve this relationship without knowing what I think of time to begin with? And so, with the winter solstice and shab-e Yalda celebrations behind us, only a few days of 2011 remaining, and the recent completion of another chapter of my life, I will be spending the next while more intimately with time, with the hopes that in turn time will be on my side, allowing me to represent it.
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Reading Jacob Needleman's book, Time and Soul, I've learned that the problem with time that I've been experiencing, this time famine as he calls it, is much more broadly felt than I knew. It is a question, he suggest, that needs to be felt and experienced much more deeply before it can be answered.
This question is one on the human life - "a link between the pathology of time and the eternal mystery of what a human is meant to be in the universal scheme of things."
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