There/Then
by ThatJimGuy on Sep.30, 2009, under Metaphysics, Poetry & Prose
I don’t believe that time is linear. Oh, physicists and mathematicians, they tell me I’m wrong. The old men in the homes, they tell me too. I’m full of shit, they say. Just a mid-life crisis, get your head out of the clouds, the sand, your ass (they say).
Hah!
How did they miss eternity? Did it surround them so closely that they simply could not see it? Looking off into the distance, did they miss it? How did they become so blind?
Or were they always so?
Eternity is in the faces of our children. And their children. And theirs. It is in the sand, the sky, the trees, the flowers.
It is in my mind forever, your smiling eyes, your face.
Your youthful grace.
“But I am not young anymore!”, you say.
“You are. You always will be”, I reply. But you cannot hear me. Or maybe you just choose not to.
Say what you will. And feel it true, if you must. But you are still there. I am still there, caressing your cheek, smelling your hair. We are still there!
I don’t have to convince you this is true, and you can’t convince me that I’m crazy, for still feeling you as I do.
SO don’t tell me that that time is gone, a past present, never to come again. Because it will always be. Time cannot erase us there/then.
The others, they forget. The old ones in the home tell me ashes to ashes, dust to dust. “I don’t understand, Jim.”
Well, maybe that’s because you never knew her, nor someone like her. Maybe you just forgot. Maybe you got so caught up in life that your plans and dreams and schemes came and went, and in self-pity you had let go of what mattered. But you still exist where you were, too. And when she held your hand… do you still deny? Then, tell me friend, what is that in your eye? A salty tear of ancient oceans. The sea’s eternity revealed. Your young hand concealed. Wrinkles you can’t see past.
Don’t sell me that shit. I’m not buying. And don’t even think about giving it to me!
Just because you can’t go back doesn’t mean you aren’t still there.
You’re everywhere you were, and will be.
Time isn’t linear. Don’t give me that shit.
Your tears were once oceans. Your eyes, stars. And they always will be, there/then.
Now.
October 1st, 2009 on 01.42.03
I went to a specialist the other day, and the mole I thought suspicious was fine. However, he found one that was malignant, and I had my first “cryrosurgery”.
Between the ever-growing realization of my mortality, and my endless thirst for knowledge and “thinking outside the box”, I’ve been thinking about the very nature of time itself lately.
Hence the post above which is most likely above the heads of most readers. I encourage people to open their minds and never lose imagination. Often, yesterday’s dreams are tomorrow’s realities.
I often think of the spin property of particles and how, if you change the direction of the spin on one of a pair, the direction on the other changes instantly, no matter the distance between them. So what does this mean? A lot. In the context of time, it means that some sort of “communication” is being done faster than the speed of light. Coupled with Einstein’s and others’ laws and theories, positing that traveling faster than the speed of light would mean traveling backwards in time, even at an “information” level, this is an almost-incomprehensible notion.
Couple all this with a dash of cosmology and a sprinkle of M-theory and parallel-universes and string theory and…. well you get a universe (multiverse?) that could keep an active mind awake many a night pondering such high questions.
So, no, I’m not crazy. I’m just always thinking. Some thoughts may seem strange, but thoughts turn into theories which turn into laws, so never discount a single thought of another. We live in a Universe where stranger things that we humans have “happened”