Stop measuring days by degree of productivity, and start experiencing them by degree of presence.”
— Alan Watts (swissmiss)
Measuring Days
Tag: Time
Time
Time Exists
Time exists in order that everything doesn’t happen all at once…and space exists so that it doesn’t all happen to you.”
— Susan Sontag, At the Same Time: Essays and Speeches
Trying to Remember
Trying to remember you
is like carrying water
in my hands a long distance.”
— Stephen Dobyns (via WeCroak)
Nothing New Under the Sun
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.”
— Ecclesiastes 1:9, New International Version
William Faulkner on the Past
The point is, what I’m tryin’ to tell you is, it’s no use gettin’ soppy about how good things used to be. Most times, today is better, all right?”
— Proinsias Cassidy, “Hitler”, Preacher AMC
“The truth is that there are two ways in which the future can become obsolete. One is through the inability to imagine the New: in this model, the idea of building a Tower never occurs to us; we are content to stay on the ground. The other happens when the New becomes so perpetual and unrelenting, when the construction of the Tower becomes so consuming, that we no longer have the luxury or the inclination to look up… You cannot have a future without a sense of the past, and there is no quicker way to make both obsolete than by insisting on the urgency and the singularity of the present.”
— Meghan O’Gieblyn on deep time and Long Now’s 10,000-year clock (via Erica Avey)
129 // Dragging Days
The weather is still shit but the forecast only gets better from here.
It continues to be a long week but I’m trying to remember that time flying is no blessing. Dragging days means a long life. It means I’m not just alive but present. Time flies when your mind is somewhere else in some other time. Time flies when you aren’t living your life.
These entries are inspired by Thord D. Hedengren
093 // Shifting Perceptions
Time has been passing and shifting in strange ways lately. It used to be that the days were long but weeks and months flew by before I knew it. Now, the days are short but the weeks and months are dragging. I’m not sure which I prefer but for better or worse a change is refreshing.
As I am aging, and I do consider myself to be aging now, I worry that there will be less and less change and nothing but more and more monotony to slog through. It’s nice to know that life is a perpetual puberty and my mind and body, as well as my place and perception, will always be changing in ways I cannot understand.
These entries are inspired by Thord D. Hedengren
