Born of the womb of time
“There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered”
- William Shakespeare, in Othello, Act 1, Scene 3
Irrespective of, and without entering the debate as to what time is:
whether it is stationery and exists only in the present or flowing and
therefore, to know that it is possible to formulate tensed propositions
about it; I would say that everything in the universe, universe
included, including the birth of humans, is born of the womb of time.
That is an unalterable truth; and as with all emergences, all existence
is time bound, and relative; and the present is the only time that
really exists. All other time is but an illusion; though, sometimes I
wonder as to the present time as well, because of its nature.
However, these are unalterable realities; and to understand them, is
to realise reality. Time is an enigma: It is free, but is priceless. One
cannot own it, but can use it. One cannot earn it, but can spend it.
Once lost, one can never get it back.
As such, I suppose, the only reason for time to exist is that, all
events, everything, does not come about or occur at the same time. Thus,
in the pleadings of life, the articulate travail of human existence is
such that the unreachable becomes reachable; the unavailable becomes
available; the unattainable becomes attainable - all in time. Life is
all about time and timing; and as such, we exist in the womb of time.
“When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will
be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written,” said
Henry Miller, an American writer known for breaking with existing
literary forms, in his Tropic of Cancer. Life itself is, founded on
mystery.
Aim
Thus, to live should be our aim in life: to live aware, joyous,
serene, drunken, intuitively conscious, perfectly perceived; because,
life moves on - whether we act as cowards or heroes; providers or
plunderers; saint or sinners. Everything we deny, denigrate, or despise,
only serves to, defeat our joy in life. Every moment should be golden,
if one has the vision to see it as such and realise that what may seem
nasty, painful, and evil, could turn into a source of beauty, joy, and
strength - with time.
Thus, what lies behind us and what lies before us are negligible
matters compared to what lies within us.
As such, our actions of the past and the happenings we encountered,
and the things we intend to conquer are not as important as the person
we are – our strength of character, which makes us what we are. Within
all of us lie so many things.
Our hopes and fears; truths and lies; the past and the future along
with the full compliment of the good and the bad. Within all of us lie
not only the potentially heroic, but the potentially tragic as well. It
is what we do with it that makes all the difference; because the present
will in a moment be the past, the future the present. The flow of time
will not stop. Hence make hopes stronger; believe in the self; remove
fears and negative thoughts; keep the heart pure; life will be pure.
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which
life cannot ascend. Such is the paradox of living, this delight comes
when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that
one is alive. This joy, this amnesia of living, comes to all, when we
reach into the depths of our nature, and the parts of our nature that is
deeper than we realize - going back into the womb of time. For, at times
we all are, mastered by the sheer surge of life, the tidal wave of
being: where that rampant, glowing expression of living expresses itself
with eagerness and enthusiasm. Thus, making our hopes stronger,
believing strongly in our self and our soul, removing our fears of
losing anything and clearing all negativities from our mind will surely
help us to make our lives strong; and helps in creating a brighter
future.
Thoughts
At the same time, keep the heart pure, and listen to the positive
thoughts. For it will make life more pure; and by becoming pure, in
thought and spirit, we give birth to the magnificence of our own being:
a being, falling from the darkness of the womb into the darkness of the
tomb; yet making its own light while living.
Ours is a journey of compassion and transformation. As children of
the cosmos, born of the womb of time, and by breathing in the moment, we
cultivate spiritual well-being and celebrate the miracle of life. Start
with the self, and let our cosmic soul create a new humanity that befits
our birth from the womb of time.
However, in reality, we are all just particles of energy drifting
through the fabric of the space-time continuum living in the womb of
time; and are managed by our internal clock - the biological clock - so
that we may better align with the flow of energy throughout our body and
the universe; and be less concerned about the ticking of clock.
Thus, Hickory Dickory Dock, the nursery rhyme that teaches children
how to count time, for they meant ‘eight, nine, ten’ in the Westmorland
dialect of England, becomes meaningless even though from the earliest
moments of our conscious perception, we are taught to honour the value
of time. We are, taught not only to value our time, but also to make
good use of our time. Not to waste time; and most importantly, that the
only thing which money cannot buy is time; and that the rules of polite
society dictate that we keep to time.
Yet, in spite of this, we are also taught that time is interwoven
within the fabric of the universe, and as such is an illusion. If that
be so, and if the womb is the place, where something originates and
develops; where something is, generated in an encompassing, protective
space; and time is the indefinite continued progress of existence and
events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole and as
experienced by humans; how come it is also an illusion?
Illegal
The answer to that is that despite what people would have you
believe, time does not exist. Time is an illusion created by man. In all
probability, man invented time to attempt to gain control over his world
and quite possibly over his fellow men.
For example, it is illegal in many jurisdictions to “make noise”
after 10 o’ clock in the night or before seven o’clock in the morning.
Thus, other men control what one can do and not do after certain
times. Even if two people agree that time exists and decides to work to
time, they may see time very differently. One may also believe that time
heals all wounds, that the passage of time is something to celebrate,
and that time is on one’s side, or one may believe that time is a
killer, the ultimate destroyer, and the most powerful force in the
universe; however, everyone knows that all of that is not always so.
Thus, we have merely been brainwashed into believing that time
exists. Our parents taught us to tell time as soon as we were conscious
enough to recognise patterns on a clock. Our parents were not
intentionally trying to deceive us into believing that time exists. They
were merely repeating the same pattern of parenting that was, taught to
them. They were merely following the polite guidelines of society.
May be it is time we changed the nursery rhyme to “Hickory Dickory
Dock, Been Brain-Washed by the Clock, the Clock Struck Ten. It the End
of Fun, Hickory Dickory Dock!”
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