"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
-Emily Dickinson
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This is just crap that I write down sometimes. Does it mean anything? Does it have any specific significance? Probably not. I'm most likely just venting.
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Life that loves to happen is a very lively life. And in this life there is no one purpose or reason only that it must happen. It's significance is only created through death. Perhaps life is only a glimpse of time, yet no one may see all of time for then time does not truely exist. How can there be a forever? In forever there is no perception of time, for why would there need to be? In forever there is only change, and these changes become insignificant for these changes will go one forever. To see, feel and experience a glimpse of time is life.
I enjoyed that thoroughly. Not quite the philosophy I pondered over in the train, but good nonetheless. On the train I thought about time as a fluid. How would temperature affect it? Time would flow different in different parts of the earth because of this, and a change in weather would be rather interesting. In all this thinking I am running out of time it seems. How odd
Einstein's Dreams!!! Lots and lots of philosophy about time.
Yeah, I don't think time exist beyond the constraints of the human mind, in that it is a man-made concept used for measuring change. Because even without time, without some perception of when things change in relation to one another, there will still be change.
It's funny, because in stories, people who live for a long time start to lose track of time. In the end, it's all just change to them... who cares when it happened?
Unless one lives all their life in a false reality and never knows what it truly means to live. Then there is plenty of time to dream.
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