Imagine if we had the real calculation of time is, looking
past the definition that already exists beyond our knowledge that was passed
down and is beyond the knowledge of just what night and day is.
Imagine if we saw night and day as the same thing, with the
illusion being in the perception of that which was foregathered for us by
passed generations, the difference being what we do in between the two. Who could imagine a gift, a favor far beyond
what we already know because of what we were taught, which is by experience,
the hard times, the lessons by and from others and what we learn innately because
of curiosity. In my view, none can do
this as it is the mystery that is bestowed upon us by the mystery and fate we
all consider, that governs enlightenment in us in the view of miracles, the
beauty of us evolving and knowing more, the beauty of discovery.
We try look at ourselves in a daily, in a perception that is
not found in and about our conscience, but daily we make the effort to do so diligently
like the result is monetary or tangible.
We find difference, more than we are privileged to and that is the point
where that we are only human comes into play.
We are eluded into thinking that we can do much more than we are already
are which is above than that which we are told we are and somewhere we heard
that we are everything. A true
contradiction. It is because of this
illusion that we “try” that becomes the effect, thus the existence of effort in
itself. Then we hear of such sayings
that “if at first you don’t succeed you dust yourself off and try again” why
can’t it be said that if at first you don’t succeed, dust off nothing but
change the entire outfit.
My question is; when does the trying really end? When does it become an act that is just like
breathing, an act that was determined before we elaborated on what time is and
what time can do for us! When does
trying be what we are, a force that can give us more than what science can
explain. Think about the wind that
whispers with its flit on the surface of the earth, no matter what other
external factors exist, in the effect of biological change externally and within;
you will no doubt feel it. We are like
the wind and God in us is like the wind that calling to our faintest desires in
earth’s quiet murmur.
The fact that we do not know some things gives our minds the
privilege to acquire more knowledge. The
inquisition that is paid as a question and the satisfaction that is in those
thoughts well assimilated is the result of triumph. Triumph in mind, triumph in heart, triumph in
spirit and a triumph in reality. This is my beginning of the knowledge of time.