Immemorial Time #1872

Immemorial Time If nothing happened, if nothing changed, time is immemorial, a shadow in the vast expanse, a silent whisper on the edge of existence. What is the reality of time? Is it Earth time, marked by the sun's daily dance, a rhythm of light and shadow, birth and decay, a cycle that binds us to the ground? Is it space time in heaven, where stars are born and die in brilliant silence, a celestial ballet, an eternal testament to the cosmos' grandeur, beyond the reach of human hands? Or is it human time, measured in heartbeats and breaths, in moments of joy and sorrow, a tapestry woven with threads of memory, a fragile yet resilient testament to our journey? Men alone of all creatures know time, men alone witness the relentless march of change, they alone remember their dead, honor their legacy, and bury their dead, a solemn act of love and reverence, a bridge between past and future, between the seen and the unseen. In the silence of the grave, in the quiet of the stars, in the beating of our hearts, time flows, unseen yet felt, a river that carries us all towards an unknown horizon, where the mystery of existence meets the eternal. -Steven G. Lee (June 21, 2024)