Musings

There are moments when the days simply meld together: one into the other, an endless stream, where it’s hard to tell when you were waking and if you slept. The mind forgets: a form of malfunction programmed into the very psyche of humanity. Maybe it is simply the passage of time — Time, an intangible construction measured by human means, at human whims, for human purposes. Aging will happen regardless of whether you consider Time or not.

But one can always hope.

If you were to ignore Time, would you stay forever young? If no one ever finds the body, how do you know a person has truly died? Time is subject to humans, but are humans subject to time? A twelve-year-old trapped in a coma until adulthood is still a twelve-year-old when she wakes.

Perhaps only Time would tell.

~ by eeratka on April 24, 2008.