'It's time for your tea'. The ball game is over.
We are slaves to the clock.
We write songs that remind us we cannot turn back time.
We battle time and we always lose.
Always.
Is certain defeat the best we can do? Can't we regroup?
People talk of "relationships" with food, "love affairs" with locations.
What about our relationships with time?
This is the most doomed and star-crossed affair of all.
If we are fighters we need to change battle tactics.
If we are accepters, we can learn to love the defeat; make it feel like a win; make the fight a playful one through how we engage with the game , how we mix the ingredients of life.
Take a trip down the world foods aisle. Spice things up a bit.
Some people have cosmetic answers to the universal problem. The likes of L'Oreal have entire departments devoted to fighting the ravages of time. They have turned it to a win - "Rules". By Revlon.
Even some medics have disgraced themselves by dipping a greedy toe into anti-aging medicine. (Look out for my new products - 10% off if you mention the Tangent)
The hands of time are lining up at the feet of crows.
When will people learn to love time? Other than physicists that is.
Think about it. When did anyone have a love affair with their alarm clock?
Time is a void that you fill. Time is an empty box which you can fill with external pressures alone. It needs inverting once in a while. It needs the silt to mix and settle again.
You might hate yourself for how you choose to fill your box but you are not thinking of time itself, you are thinking of the contents.
Time drives us relentlessly whether we look at it or not.
But we don't embrace it.
We curse it.
We fight it.
We don't own it.
We pay money to people to help us to manage it. We add their seminars to our overfull box.
But this management is just symptom control.
Why aren't we thinking a little deeper?
You don't treat a fracture with a band aid.
You don't treat cancer with Benylin. Or at least you shouldn't unless you are under the abuse of a registered homeopath.
We need to really sort out our relationship with time.
Where are the time counsellors?
Or do they travel around in big blue boxes with a Starsky and Hutch light on the top accompanied by a frustrated cellist.
We need to reclaim the driving seat?
We need to know how to fill our box?
When time marches on, we need to know when to march alongside.
And when to tip out the silt.
Some people have cosmetic answers to the universal problem. The likes of L'Oreal have entire departments devoted to fighting the ravages of time. They have turned it to a win - "Rules". By Revlon.
Even some medics have disgraced themselves by dipping a greedy toe into anti-aging medicine. (Look out for my new products - 10% off if you mention the Tangent)
The hands of time are lining up at the feet of crows.
When will people learn to love time? Other than physicists that is.
Think about it. When did anyone have a love affair with their alarm clock?
Time is a void that you fill. Time is an empty box which you can fill with external pressures alone. It needs inverting once in a while. It needs the silt to mix and settle again.
You might hate yourself for how you choose to fill your box but you are not thinking of time itself, you are thinking of the contents.
Time drives us relentlessly whether we look at it or not.
But we don't embrace it.
We curse it.
We fight it.
We don't own it.
We pay money to people to help us to manage it. We add their seminars to our overfull box.
But this management is just symptom control.
Why aren't we thinking a little deeper?
You don't treat a fracture with a band aid.
You don't treat cancer with Benylin. Or at least you shouldn't unless you are under the abuse of a registered homeopath.
We need to really sort out our relationship with time.
Where are the time counsellors?
Or do they travel around in big blue boxes with a Starsky and Hutch light on the top accompanied by a frustrated cellist.
We need to reclaim the driving seat?
We need to know how to fill our box?
When time marches on, we need to know when to march alongside.
And when to tip out the silt.
If you find out, let me know.
Humanity's greatest enemy isn't cancer.
Humanity's greatest enemy isn't cancer.
It isn't traffic.
Time is unseen and carries a mortality rate of 100%.
It's a battle of dimensions where even a brilliant hat-trick means certain defeat.
Three against one never wins in the fourth dimension.
Time doesn't play the odds.
Time is unseen and carries a mortality rate of 100%.
It's a battle of dimensions where even a brilliant hat-trick means certain defeat.
Three against one never wins in the fourth dimension.
Time doesn't play the odds.
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