time silentbob measurement of now until now. Back then to until now. Because we cannot concieve of being without it. We measure our lives in days, in how many times the sun went down and then came up again. We sleep at night. It isn't really like that, though. Life is just one really long breath and for some reason we sleep at night and wake up when its day again. that way it's easy to separate this day from that etc 010128 ... pilgrim The winding down The essential change of form and energy Relentless Restlessness of space Our views are coloured by memory Our awareness measured against what we have passed thru Years are but fractions of our breif awareness At two a year is Half a Lifetime At Twenty it has shrunk to a Twentith As We age the Years seem shorter Eventually we will be unable to keep up And so We'll fall to dust 010129 ... Frizzie Spending days in thought of what my life is you know what I discovered. I'm not happy. I am censored by parents on how I dress. I am a pawn. FUCK!!! I hate this system, these puritan fucks got it all wrong. Yet everyone is ignorant to think they are right. BAM RELIGIOUS WARS Death for no reason. Then people can be so blind to think that the system has all the answers. Communism, Sudam Hussan, America Well the answer is happiness without the lingering thought that the time will come that the puritans will censor us. Well I have an answer to that problem. FUCK THE SYSTEM 010311 ... johnny west Maybe there always has to be a system/Establishment to hold us back, if only to prove that stupidity is everywhere. And, to overcome stupidity, one must avoid it and embrace it. Accept it and denounce it. Shit - just fuck it. The world should be divided into two separate camps: 1 - STUPID (incompetent, move with the crowd, be like everyone else, keep a closed mind at all times) 2 - NOT STUPID (more than competent, challenge the stupid people, have the courage not to be like everyone else, break the boundaries... and don't hate the stupid people). This last attribute is, of course, nonexistent. No one who isn't stupid can avoid hating someone who is painfully stupid. We are an imperfect collective group of people who are stupid and people who are not. Therefore, acceptance will always evade us. We must settle for tolerance, if nothing else. 010311 ... sebastian bach time is an unseen theif. it steals my thoughts and memories from me... 010511 ... bored awake-mode namae "Time, why you punish me?" How long have I been here tonight? Too damn long. "And who would guess that time was not my friend?" I just looked at the clock, and it's almost 6 in the morning. Well, I wanted to stay up all night, and by gum, I've done just that. "TIME. Is marching on..." Nice magazine, too. Got a year's subscription for Christmas. "And TIME. Is still marching on..." 010823 ... _ space 010825 ... Webley Out of time 020419 ... little wonder i would like to spend awhile, a year or a few months or even just a few weeks, living in a little house in the woods with only a few people. i want to have a big garden and paint and draw and write and not own a telephone or any electronics. i want to take pictures with pinhole cameras and develop them in a little darkroom in a dirt floor basement. maybe_someday 020513 ... lulie "Time rushes by and yet time is frozen. Funny how we get so exact about time at the end of life and at its beginning. She died at 6:08 or 3:46, we say, or the baby was born at 4:02. But in between we slosh through huge swatches of time—weeks, months, years, decades even." 020513 ... moocow 21:57:08 020706 ... The Man in the Rockin Bunny Suit what it takes to heal what it takes to rot the most valuable commodity that anyone ever has. spend it wisely with those you love, if you waste it on being alone, the account my run dry before you want it to 020727 ... silentbob and when its over i'll consider this time well spent and i'll sigh alone in my room with my stereo blazing with songs i made in commemoration of you and i'll swear the next time i see you i'll tell you if i can get used to your face you can get used to mine because after you look at me its like the ground: still warm even long after the sun goes down. 020813 ... Lime Rider That was time I remember. Sat by your side for hours. And it seemed forever. Yes. That moment was definitely forever. Later I realised it and wished that moment had lasted forever. So it did. So it did. Fade forever... 021128 ... belly fire ...is subjective like waiting for water to boil or realizing there aren't enough hours in the day I'm all for moving forward but sometimes it's all just far too linear 021129 ... Webley beyond time 031202 ... stoic lays ahead of us lays behind us. everywhere we go we are surrounded. . 040113 ... nom juggling 040502 ... user24 is passing at a constant rate of one rainfall every storm. 040806 ... colorful goth surrounded, trapped, taunted. we can't get back . . . must look forward, into scary future we will be propelled. we can't stay . . . all different shapes, or one straight line? we can't touch, we can't know . . . just visiting to witness a miracle pass before our eyes . . . we can live. 041114 ... colorful goth surrounded, trapped, taunted. we can't get back . . . must look forward, into scary future we will be propelled. we can't stay . . . all different shapes, or one straight line? we can't touch, we can't know . . . just visiting to witness a miracle pass before our eyes . . . we can live. 041114 ... calliop21 measurement of everything. the length of life, pain, joy, work, sleep, what can you think of that you do not add a time measurement to it. I live my pathetic life by a clock. Rat races are wonderful. 041215 ... tilt klf, aha, ah, aha-aha. ancients_of_mumu 3am got to see that everywhere I turn will point to the fact that time_is_eternal 060126 ... nom he didn't know what time it was he didn't know me at all he didn't care 060417 ... crOwl it is my time to write. 060418 ... Sonya Time heals all wounds, but it does not make you forget. I have 5 boxes stacked in a closet at my parents' place filled with such "time" that has fur and beady little plastic eyes. And they have been those boxes for almost a whole year. I wonder if in "time" I will open the boxes or donate it all to charity. Only "time" will tell. 060419 ... lulie is on my side. 061112 ... Mick and Keith and Co. (yes it is) 061113 ... Jarec I love how blather is, in many ways, immune to the tribulations of time. I find things I wrote years ago and I'm suddenly there, in that very moment, once more. There's no random service updates that change the look and feel, there's no wrinkles or freshmen 15 or detours. Even now, as I build upon a blathe which has been untouched for years, I don't feel as though I am altering blather so much as continuing it - giving some piece of the present to that piece of the past. Giving rather than growing, expanding rather than remodeling, blather becomes all. If one were to believe in predestination, then perhaps blather in it's awesome and almost infinite entirety exists and like the great explorers of the ages, we are creating a record of what has always existed, mapping the human experience and mastering it's currents and wilderness so that others may find our footsteps and walk our paths... at least until the crossroads. I hope that where I went left, others may go right. My experience with blather has not be a continuous stream, but rather skips, bounds and leaps through a six digit timestamp. Life comes and goes, as does my memory, and all of a sudden I find myself once again delving into red and blue wordy depths. And years from now, I hope I still take the time to remember blather and go exploring once more. 080312 ... blown cherry http://xkcd.com/1190/ 130325 ... e_o_i Reading for Prof. K. The differing concepts of time as expressed by Augustine and Heidegger. Karl Barth thinks Christianity has an answer - by not explaining anything but assigning it to God? Anyway. I asked, "Is time eternal, or is it 12:30?" (It's 12:34). 150416 ... tail-devouring snake take all my dreams 171028 ... autosarcophagistic serpent Madness is not what it seems. Time stops. All my life I've been obsessed with time, its motion and velocity, the way it works you over, the way it rushes you onward, a pebble turning in a brook. I've always been obsessed with where I'd go, and what I'd do, and how I would live. I'd always harbored a desperate hope that I would make something of myself. Not then. Time stopped seeming so much like the thing that would transform me into something worthwhile and began to be inseparable from death. I spent my time merely waiting. I knew this even then. /Marya Hornbacher, Wasted 171029 ... raze i used to want to speed it up now i want to slow it down it cocks an eyebrow laces up its rollerblades and laughs 171104 ... tender_square that’s the difference between you and me, she said. i ask questions because i’m trying to figure out how the new activity will fit with all the things i have to do. and i ask them aloud because my energy flows outward, i’m verbalizing what i’m working through in my head, not trying to confound you. for you, time is fluid, she continued. for me, it’s a finite resource. there is always more time, he offered. she thought back to a conversation earlier that week with a younger coworker: i’m approaching middle-age, she’d told her. and time feels more limited than ever; what i want to achieve requires sacrifice, i can’t say yes to everything. other avenues, other doors must close if i want to reach my dreams. 220313 ... kerry do you ever feel like you’re pacing the room wringing your hands asking the universe to just give you a break already and finally, after all this pleading, the universe says “well okay, since you asked nicely, but hon don’t you go checking the clock!” (yes, the universe sounds like your southern gramma when you can tell she Means It) and she’s right about not checking the clock. it only makes time (life) move faster and time (life) is something you’ve worried about for a while, as in whether you’re wasting it, how much time/life you have left, and are you making the best of it? to make the passing of time less obvious and oppressive, it helps to reframe: life (time) is simply one moment following another, a series of days to fill with anything, ideally some small joys: a delicious book, bagels from korshak’s, fruit tea from a shapely purple canister a walk in the sun where you can tell louie is happy by the loose swing of his tail and how he trots with his head high exploring old city with its narrow cobblestone streets, making dinner for the_autodidact when he feels sick, a clean pillowcase the tulips and crocuses and daffodils clawing their way into life in the patio beds, poppies and cornflowers sprouting in seed trays on the windowsill and maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up feeling totally different but for now the future doesn’t matter or even exist except as a winter coat now hung on a nail in the vestibule, a heavy burden lifted. 220313 ... nr i can't remember the last time i understood it 221001 ... tender_square “i wanted time next week to process that my wife is leaving,” he protested. “honey, you’ve known that i was going to leave for more than a month now,” she said. “yeah, but it would’ve been nice not to have a funeral on top of that.” “i mean, driving down together will take two days each way; we’ll probably end up spending more time together than if this wasn’t going on—i’d be at work every day.” she had already promised that she wouldn’t leave for her hometown after they traded one peninsula for another. and she would be back with him for his birthday five days later. 221026 ... tender_square i asked, "how do you find the time to balance your career with being an artist?" the prolific painter was a tenured professor in environmental biology. the walls of her home surrounded us with abstract paintings from her private collection. she was self-taught; smeared oil paint on fiberboard using a glove and her husband's old socks, carving lines and swirls with palette knives, mixing colours directly on her canvas that would never be created again. "it's not about making time," the artist shared. "it's about art being the center of my life. everything flows from that. i paint because i must." 230603 ... Soma I will bury you in time Perhaps it cannot be in dirt or clay No tomb for you in which to rot, decay But with these hands of mine i swear I’ll bury you and each memory tear Asunder from my blessed head Rending you finally, buried, dead No longer here to plague my days With echoes of your wretched ways I will bury you in time The distance not in miles run But in a life of me — as only one. 230615 ... nr means different things to different people. something lasting three months can be more meaningful than something lasting a decade. 230904 what's it to you? who go blather from