No Time
For years I have felt that this non-existent time is speeding up. Time couldn’t get faster, and then it does. It sure seems like a roller-coaster ride to me. Time is seeming like some kind of centrifugal force, and it’s whirling me around in outer space faster and faster.
It’s like I blink an eye, and once-a-week-trash day is here again. One day rolls right after the other.
Maybe time will go so fast that we will really will have the awareness that there isn’t any.
I do remember when a day was long, but that was a long time ago now. I remember when an hour was an hour. Now it’s a minute.
Time is seeming like something out of science-fiction to me now. I wonder if time can be going so fast that it is reversing itself, and we’ll all be younger.
And yet how bound to time we are, or I am. It seems to be so important to know what time it is.
I wonder what it was like before clocks, when we were so close to nature that the sun and the moon told us what time it was. The sun and the moon aren’t in any hurry. We might not have known what hurry was.
There must have been simply morning, noon, and night, no A.M. and P.M. Certainly no alarms telling us when to get up.
Maybe what I call speeding up isn’t speeding up, but more of an inability to catch on to it, as if time is out of my grasp.
What is that which we call time like for you?
Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.
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