time [Theme] Page 451

Every last second with everything that was in it, disappears and no one knows what it will be in the next. Be if at all. And how much can God create one by one the seconds with all that they contain. Nobody, absolutely nobody can guarantee that the next moment will come. And the moment in which we really live is short, we are not even able to have time to catch it and can only remember the last one. But then what actually exists and who we are ourselves?

I would give the rest of the days just took forever this one, the only, endlessly repeated, became a vicious circle, not a quick step on the road where no one goes twice. But the day - not a circle, day - of- step.

This nothingness all the objects of our will is clearly revealed to the intellect, which has its roots in the individual, first of all, in time. It is the form in which the insignificance of things opens up before us as their frailty: it is this time, under our hands turns into nothing all our pleasure and joy, and we are then surprised to ask ourselves where they went. The nothingness is is therefore the only objective element in time, in other words, only it is a nothingness, is what corresponds to him of time in the inner essence of things, what it is expression. That is why time is a priori necessary form of all our perceptions: it should be everything, even ourselves. And because our life is primarily like a payment that the full calculated amount of copper cents and which have yet to repay: the penny days, that redemption is death. Because in the end time is estimation, which makes the nature to all his creatures: it turns them into nothing.

You make the mistake of saying that we cannot move about in Time. If I, for example, vividly recall some event, then go back to the instant of its occurrence: as if mentally absent. I for a moment take a leap into the past. Of course, we are not able to stay in the past for any particle of Time, just as the savage or the animal can hang in the air at a distance of at least six feet from the ground. In this respect, a civilized man is better off than the savage. It is contrary to the force of gravity can go up in a balloon. Why not hope that in the end he will be able to stop or accelerate his movement through Time, or even rotate in the opposite direction?

We are constantly moving away from the present moment. Our spiritual life, are immaterial and have no dimensions, is moving with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave at the Fourth Dimension of Space - Time.

...punctuality is the thief of time.

The trouble is that we don't notice as the years pass, he thought. To hell with the years, we don't notice everything changing. We know that everything changes, we are taught from childhood that everything changes, we have seen many times with my own eyes how things are changing, and at the same time, we are not able to notice the moment when there is a change, or looking for a change, not where he should be.

Happy hours are not watching.

Time is money, maybe it's a cliché but also the truth.

Time is face on the water.

Time. Time may be critical, an insurmountable obstacle.

However, we do not know how to measure the time pure consciousness... moreover, we simply can not imagine, what is a pure mind without a body.

No confidence, no hope. John always came the feeling of slipping away of time. And in the end, the time really slipped away.