Fretting upon the past and anxiety of the future, it is often said that we should concentrate on the present. Highly idyllic being as we need to prepare for what’s coming based on the experiences of the past. We need to provision for the unexpected and the creditors who will knock on the door demanding recompense.
We know the past definitely existed and it is irreversible, we know the future is certainly to happen though it is a chaos of possibilities. But what of the present? How can you determine what is the here and now when in an instant the moment is gone, continually traversing the tightrope between past and future.
It is akin to staring at the heavens and the canopy of stars at night, all of them distant and past, we look at events that are hundreds and thousands of years old as the stars illuminate the darkness. Alike the present we are alone, even if life existed out there, all we see above has passed, we occupy a fraction of space in the universe that as an engineer we could say we don’t exist, so small the margin and tolerance of our influence. This minuscule moment is alike the present, the blink is the measure of our time. We exist in a moment of time that even if someone out there could observe, we would have already expired thousands of years prior to being discovered.
The present is a lonely stranger that we cannot acknowledge as the ship in the night has sailed past us whilst we sleep into tomorrow, dreaming only of that which we have experienced.
Time is the measure of our consciousness in the pervading world. The mind is a spiral, that seeks experience, as a youngster we imbue the mind with stimuli, and the time passes forever, yet as we grow older, we repeat experiences and time seems to go faster as the mind is no longer experiencing new things to pervade. The six weeks holiday as a child lasted forever, the years of our aged pass in the blink of an eye.
Time and mind are cruel constructs that we dance in the twilight of the universe.
Writing Prompt 5th Jan ‘24 ( past or future, what do I think)
Wot’s this all about then Guv’nor ?;-
The Random musings of a nobody. “Dagenham Dave”, is slang for someone one stop short of Barking (mad), though more contemporarily refers to any wayfaring and carefree person. Dagenham is a town to the eastern side of London (Luds Dominium) that was first recorded in a Barking charter in 666a.d. as the town of Daeccanham. Daecca is an ancient man’s name meaning ‘bright’ or ‘famous’ . Ham is short for Hamlet.
Dave is short for David, Hebrew for ‘Beloved’, My Surname ‘Wenborn’ derives from old English meaning of the Winding Stream.
Contents:-
1/ Book Reviews.
They’re not reviews as such- to recommend or asway, I neither seek to promote nor condemn, more my personal reflections on the books I read. In that respect it’s a subjective thing.
2/ Short Stories and Tales
Short stories borne from imagination, dreams, thoughts and wanderings. Too large to be written in my journal of shadows.
3/ Full Books
Books that were once published elsewhere, I have full copyright on these, and of course given here freely.
4/ Magazines and Articles
Small snippets and articles that may or may not have appeared elsewhere, and information not included in Journal of shadows.
5/ Poetry
A small selection of poetry. Like song, I create as a means to an artistic diary.
6/ WordPress Challenges
Wordpress (where this website is hosted) offer up a daily prompt for people to answer, sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.
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caitanyam ātmā ;
jñānaṃ bandhaḥ;
yoniḥ vikalpaḥ;
ñāna adhiṣṭhānaṃ matṛkā:.
The Western Gate 
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