I was running behind on getting to work on time. My tea, which I had steeping since I went into the shower, was growing cold. The dogs still needed to be fed. And somewhere a great clock was ticking away these moments.
Finally in the car on my way to work I started thinking about time. Why time? Who is really keeping track of time? Does god keep track of time? Maybe god is god because time does not exist for him? IF time did not exist for me, would I become (a) god? What would the world like be without time?
I’m starting to think that time is a concept created to enslave us. We are tied to time in all things from our sleep to our jobs to the interest earned in our accounts.
Time is slavery.
Why is not important. What’s missing is who is enslaving us with the concept of time?
2 responses so far ↓
Guerrillero // January 13, 2008 at 8:18 pm
Probably, we are slaves of time. It has us and shapes all around us. We are just following it in it.
guignole // January 14, 2008 at 3:28 pm
So is time like a soupy river current that we cannot escape?
Or is time a construct to make us ordered into good little workers?
Or is time just one of those silly little things cultures create for themselves to bring some kind of meaning to their existence?
You are right about one thing and that is that we are slaves to it.