We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand, and melting like a snow flake. Let us use it before it is too late.
Good day special one.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
If you're like me you spend most of your time planning for or worrying about the future, and remembering or regretting the past. And what does the present consist of. A wee speck of time, an immeasurable fraction of a second. The moment you clicked on this journal is gone, it's part of the past. You will finish reading sometime in the future and then that will be past. Of what use can I make of a snow flake that is melting in my hand? How can we make best use of the now?
The present seems to be so much a product of the past that we dwell on it. It is not as easy to see that the presnt is also so much affected by the future, even though we don't know what that future is, because we dwell on that also. How can we leave both the past and the future behind us and live in the present?
Time is such an arbitrary and vague thing. It's simply a measurement of how long it takes something to move from one place to another in comparison to how long the same journey takes for something else. If we have to be there at 8, then we need to start at 7 because it takes an hour to get there. Will I be able to do everything I need to do and be back in time for dinner? We grow old because time tells us to.
But what if we could do away with time? What if the past and the future could exist in one bundle of the present? What if all life experience could be held in the hand like a snow flake that is not melting? I read where some advanced theoretical Physics is completely doing away with the idea of time as part of its calculations.
This subject interests me. I once wrote a short story about two people together in the same place but at two different times.
The intent of Ray's quote, I think, is to grasp each moment of life as it is and live in it completely on its own terms, and to not let the moment be unfulfilled in our experience of it, to be alert at all times to the life around us and in us on all of its levels, in all of its aspects, with all of its shadings and nuances and to hold on to it "to the last syllable of recorded time."
DB - The Vagabond
May you have a day filled with a grateful heart.