The Western Gate

Toing and Froing, Up 'n' Down in the Earth


What Time Do I Need (Writing Prompt 5/11/24)

Daily writing prompt
Do you need time?

Between the past where we are filled with regret or satisfaction and the future filled with hope or dread, what time do we need?
When Saturn passed the present age of Pisces, it called time, and with the scythe cut short its reign, as Atropos severs the silver thread of being.
What is Time? just a race to achieve, what? To become only that eulogy people speak of, who was hehe was this -!- based solely on what ‘he‘ achieved’ or was known for. The Egyptians called this the Ba.;- our personality, our identity, and it grows and like a mask ever changing becomes what we so will, us, as we wish to be or are condemned and suffer to be. To act, to parody, to become what we think we should be. All this is because of time. Adjusting the past to position the future.
Meanwhile, the present whose measure is so small it cannot be measured sits content. Very few live here, and no-one wants to rest here, the past has condemned or praised, and the future tempts and greets. The Present sits unyielding, uncaring and never arises in the mind of the fool. The fool will dance regardless, because the past has taught them that way, and the future beckons with its tune.
What time do you need? Not within an instant, and even if it were measured, let us divide it until there is nothing left to care about, content, and also free. … Ah!… I am being naïve. We have things to do and needs to prolong our life and others to care for and nurture.
Our life, each persons life if the whole of existence and the manifest were condensed into a year of the earths rotation would not even be the measure of an blink of an eye. Because we are the present. And it doesn’t exist. There are more stars in the sky than grains of sand upon the Earth, mathematically, statistically, this planet doesn’t exist.
Perhaps, the measure of our infinitesimal time and the measure of our insignificant being is what makes us so beautiful.
I cannot want what I cannot have, but am that.



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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.

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