Acceptiing the Tyrant.

The tyrant Time oppresses me. He prevents us being what we want to be, always dragging us along in the wake of his unremitting flow and forcing us to make adjustments we might not want to make. I feel frustrated that I can’t conjure up a bubble to step into, a place where functionality exists but without the passage of time.

It couldn’t work though, could it? Where there is thought or movement or speech, there has to be a linear flow between the stages. Time is an essential component of activity.

Or maybe not. People have reported experiencing long, detailed dreams within the outward span of few minutes sleep. So maybe it is possible. Maybe it’s just a matter of existential levels. And maybe that’s what life is: a bubble into which we step over and over again, accepting the tyrant Time as a non-negotiable corollary.