Time-mankind's greatest obsession.
The contemplating mind struggles to define it.
Refine it. Keep it. Lose it. Use it. Value it. Waste it.
Value it. Serve it ... Immortalize it.
As if time was an actual thing … not just a concept.
Time lacks logic.
It is magical — transcendental.
It is the wayward child who simply refuses to follow
the rules — sixty seconds does not a minute make.
It answers to no one,
yet speaks to us all.
In this sense it is unquestionable.
“Five Minutes!” Barks the voice of an unseen prison
guard. I sit in a cage of concrete and steel, serving
time. It seems like an eternity has passed before
I hear the welcoming “klack!” as the gates unlatch,
freeing 100’s of beasts … animals from their
cages. But not all at once, like the starting gate
at a not-so-local racetrack, do the men emerge.
It’s more like … well, something words cannot,
will not, do justice by defining it.
Time … what a concept
As I leave the sanctity of our writer’s workshop,
I contemplate what has become a binding staple —
a “five-minute” writing exercise. An experience
that must be felt to appreciate. Words defining
thought, immortalizing moments unhindered by
time … wayward children simply refusing to be
constrained by a single notion of what “spending
time” looks like. Giving birth to generations
that span, transcend, eternity.
Time … what a concept.
The Big Bang Theory: Billions upon billions of galaxies
spontaneously created in an instant!
So hard to comprehend.
My small self-marvels, and left overwhelmed
by mere dozens of words created in our “five minutes.”
Time … what a concept! | RM