Time Explains Everything

Time explains everything. Time and gravity. Aw, now you’re just making stuff up. Time is no chameleon, or tis it?

Gravity helps us understand our time here better as we are not just vespers drifting miasmatically about. Gravity pulls time tight. Time is linear but gravity bends it, maybe full circle, just as gravity bends light. This is a hard concept to grasp. They all are. Levity bends time as well, it speeds it up, mostly in a good way, sometimes no, meaning one can go too fast and break the fun barrier. Ask any ER staff.

Just wait and we know as much as we need, or more. All these news items play out in the manner that will yield the most profit. At first we are energized by a headline, later, days later as the details play out we say to ourselves, hey, I might have done that, drank the koolaid, licked the ice cream, taken a mild bribe, worn some dirty clothes. Just enough time can touch our compassion for our fellow man, or not enough can spur us to erroneous, errant, action.

Time being relative and bendable and variable makes it rather difficult to keep track of. Too many balls in the air. But, being relative, it may not be worth keeping track of. It may be best not to quantify everything. Remembrances of a warm, blue sky, light clouds, summer day, floating in black sticky/slippery inner tubes on a cool clear irrigation canal through suburban backyards as teens in cutoffs and swimwear, in love, in love with freckles and breeze blown wisps of hair and braces, in love, are different in time due to gravity, different than the dragging increments of an hourly wage.

A dog, chained, feels the slowed time of an empty food bowl. Time will fill it up, or not, explaining, even to a dog whether the meaning of life is a mound of sloshy, tasty Gravy Train or a bleak, battered dingy, empty stainless steel bowl. Best to wait. Best to hope for the best. Best to dream of large fragrant mounds of kibbles dumped from large odorous paper bags of Old Roy into that very same stainless steel bowl, only now a clean and shiny bowl next to which sits a twin reflective bowl filled with fresh cold water, the hand that filled them releasing the clip that holds fast the chain to the collar.

Image time explaining that it has been here forever, from the primordial slime, and your father’s father’s father and that it will go on and on and on and on forever from your children’s children’s children to the bright summer days they will spend drifting on cool clear water irrigation canals, in teenage love, with freckles. Time explains everything. Some things shouldn’t need explaining, they just be.