I’ve always wondered whether time for the prisoner runs equally as for the guy who’s having a pleasant evening with friends.
I’m quite sure that “time” is still one of the most inscrutable amongst all dimensions. Without something defining it, it simply wouldn’t exist.
Also, and regardless of the Swiss and theirs infallible clocks, time seems to run subjectively rather than by the dial.
In fact, I’ve always wondered whether time for the prisoner runs equally as for the guy who’s having a pleasant evening with friends.
However, needless experiencing the mouldy and rough walls of a State Prison, I guess the experience of queueing in a government office versus a picnic in the countryside can be enough, no matter what Mr Rolex boasts, time runs by different ticks…
Being a Yoga instructor, one of the usual even if comprehensibly non-comprehensible (or vice-versa) question often asked is – how long have you been practicing ?-.
After the initial and bewildered moment of loss due to the “witticism” of the question, I usually and quickly retune to the system of the “square minds”…ops!…of the dial, I mean! and shoot: - forty years! -
…that, subsequently and immediately I try to clarify mainly due to the big question marks forming in the visual organs and out of respect for the cerebral symmetry originating them and plainly seeping through the thin layers of skin covering the hemispheres.
Thus I often scramble trying to explain and rectify until I’m blessed by the memory of a recent cult movie and the dilemma of the pills.
The Blue one and the Red one.
In fact and despite the good intention of the story, the truth is that there isn’t any difference between the two, they just represent two kinds of illusion while the dilemma is nothing but the stereotype of the mind’s choice, therefore the colours are just ticking different time-speeds while the trap stays the same…
…at least until the Ultimate Truth finally renders the dawning of a Cosmic Solution:
there is no obligation to choose one or the other, actually there’re no pills, Red or Blue, therefore there’s no time, neither a Mr. Rolex nor dials.
Whether we like it or not, everything exist and doesn’t exist at the same t…, ops!…