Tic-toc
We are physically bound by the forward passage of time.
Tic-Conception-Toc-Birth-Tic-Childhood-Toc-Youth-Tic-Adulthood-Toc-Maturity-Tic-Old
Age-Toc-Death ………..Silence.
But our minds, oh my dearest, our minds and imaginings have
no such bindings, no such fetters to anchor them to one straight line of
existence. For it is in our minds and
imaginings that we truly dwell. Our spirit is free to leap
forward with dreams, ambitions, and plans, and yes, sometimes the future holds fear.
No ties of life are strong enough to prevent us strolling back into our memories, the sweetness and pleasure to be found there making us smile with
our own private recollections, and yes, sometimes weep with regret.
There is no here, there is no now. Tic-toc The present is gone with the next Tic, banished to the past with the next Toc, Dreams or Regrets, they have no substance to be lived in the moment, tic gone toc, just remembered tic hoped for.
Tic-toc
And yet all still in ends in Silence.
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