Time is the fire in which we all burn...

by zeroday 14 Replies latest jw friends

  • zeroday
    zeroday

    Interesting actually...time...we all live our lives in the stream of time. We go to work raise our families pursue our careers and yet we all burn in the same stream of time...the fire is so short lived we long to discover the other side of our time what is out there what awaits us...I do not know I would like to think there is something else but until our fire burns out we will never know...

  • What-A-Coincidence
    What-A-Coincidence
    I would like to think there is something else

    ditto

  • blueviceroy
    blueviceroy

    Starlight burning bright ,

    bring the darkness into sight.

    Free me from this fallow shell

  • SacrificialLoon
    SacrificialLoon

    "Time is the fire in which we all burn" Dr. Soren, Star Trek: Generations.
    Do I get some kind of nerd award? :p

    Although I'm sure he was quoting something else.

    Edit: Ok, some serious content. My opinion is you just gotta work with what you have now, and cross that bridge we all come to when you get to it.

  • worldtraveller
    worldtraveller

    No nerd award, but a great big Trekkie award!

  • beksbks
    beksbks

    Funny, I rarely think about there being something else.

  • jaguarbass
    jaguarbass

    Nobody knows, we can only hope.

  • Barbie Doll
    Barbie Doll

    We are not going to burn. You should live your life now and be happy. Make the best of your life.

    Enjoy every minute of your life. Then you don't feel bad when you die.

  • cognizant dissident
    cognizant dissident

    LOL. Love the Star Trek Generations reference. No disrespect intended to Dr. Soren of the Star Ship Enterprise however I think someone else got there first,

    "Time is the school in which we learn that time is the fire in which we burn." Delmore Schwartz

  • cognizant dissident
    cognizant dissident

    More on time: one of my favorite quotes, quite long but worth the read:

    "The Western dream of quantification expresses itself in anxiety about time as if manageable in numerals. Numerals set in months whose names are rife with mythic associations, intimations of weather and seasonal cycles, which are embedded in other numerals signifying years -- calendar years, school years, fiscal years, ritual years, decades and centuries -- the grid on which we try to order individual and collective time. A new engagement calendar can set off feelings of anxiety, anticipation, melancholy, absurdity -- that those neat headings and parallel squares can possibly represent the currents of life in which the forseeable has so much power. We want to fend off that power with calendar time.

    But underlying the names and numerals are the phases of the moon and tides, the planet's tilting in its orbit, and the phases of our incommensurable inner life, for which we have no conscious dating and sometimes no conscious memory. Yet the anniversary of a death, a rape, a fire, a miscarriage, a betrayal, a deep humiliation, a mutilation can year after year extrude its splinters, almost to the day, into the scar tissue of the well-annealed self, determined to obliterate , to go on without looking back. Sometimes we can bring the thing forward, recognize why a cetain time of year, even a certain light or smell, carries such distrubance or blankness in a life apparently ongoing. We can come to respect the recurrence, meet it halfway, not as interruption, but as the kind of repetition by which we learn. Time is the school."

    Adrienne Rich, "What is Found There - The real, not the calendar, twenty-first century."

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