Saturday, November 3, 2007

Time travel

I have always been very much aware of time. Not that I am a good manager of time--that is a different matter.

This awareness is so much a part of my life that I chose this tagline: "traveling through time at the usual rate of one second per second," hoping for something pithy, memorable, and evocative.

Looking back at the past, and looking forward to the future, are both favorite passtimes. And I mean "passtime" in the more literal sense of something to do while time passes; for meanwhile, the world continues to move forward at the usual rate, etc.

There is nothing like a photo to plunge me into a state of nostalgia and reflection.



Pictured are four of my favorite people. I think I was the photographer. I was certainly present when the photo was taken. That was a wonderful moment that was captured; one of many that day, visiting my parents in Canada.

All of the people in the photo are gone now. My children's grandparents gone the way of all the world: dead and buried, but not forgotten. The children are still living, so they are not gone in the same sense of the word.

But the children are now adults. Of course, I love them just as much now as I did then.

It is them as they were then that I miss. Gone is the naiveté, the innocence, the simple delight in being alive. That moment, that day, those innocents, are gone forever.

And that is one of the consequences of traveling through time--not that I have any choice--at the usual rate of one second per second.

4 comments:

Bruce Conrad said...

For more pictures, see what's in my wallet.

Nancy said...

Ah, a post I can understand :)

I must say that I love your tagline. I find it both hilarious and profound.

It is interesting how fast life goes by. Every instant is over as fast as it came. I guess we just have to enjoy it as it lasts!

By the way, we have a wedding present for one of those grown-up children of yours (I think you know which one). It's at my mom's house. I think it's from the Watkins...

perlmonger42 said...

What wonderful pastimes you have. :-)

I'm happy to see a photo of your parents. I've met your children, but I never got to meet the folks.

The topic of this post -- and the subtitle of your blog -- remind me of a song, which I think I've mentioned to you before. I hope you don't mind if I include the lyrics.
=thom


"The Secret O' Life."
James Taylor

The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.
Any fool can do it. There ain't nothing to it.
Nobody knows how we got to the top of the hill.
But since we're on our way down,
We might as well enjoy the ride.

The secret of love is in opening up your heart.
It's okay to feel afraid. But don't let that stand in your way.
Cause anyone knows that love is the only road.
And since we're only here for a while
Might as well show some style.

Give us a smile.

Isn't it a lovely ride?
Sliding down, Gliding down,
Try not to try too hard --
It's just a lovely ride.

Now the thing about time is that time isn't really real.
It's just your point of view.
How does it feel for you in there?
Einstein said he could never understand it all.
Planets spinning through space
The smile upon your face

Welcome to the human race.

Anonymous said...

Big brother, you have brought tears to my eyes. I know just what you mean. I love my grown kids, but I do miss their baby and children selves so much.