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WATERING TIME


I like this, but I find myself drawn to clarify the river's position and ours regarding water. Please bear with me on this one...

(This should be lots of fun...)

I believe that time is nothing more than a concept of human thinking and isn't truly something that exists but in our minds, yet the river does exist regardless of human calendars and clocks.

(Okay.)

Therefore time is irrelevant to the river, not as in the seasons, but as in minutes and seconds, right?

(Yes.)

So, if time is irrelevant to the river, then it is also irrelevant to the water that creates it, so we humans therefore are equal to the river since we both rely on water and not time for our existence?

(Wow. That actually makes sense.)

So why are we humans still beholden to the illusion of time while we continue to destroy the very real thing that we're predominantly comprised of?

(Wow, you're two for two, but I'm afraid it's getting late and some of us have to get up early to go to work.)

Sorry.

(It's okay, at least you're making sense.)

Ha ha.

(And it's about time, too.)

Very funny. Don't you find it the least bit ironic that the very idea of time, a thing that doesn't exist, is quite literally responsible for the destruction of the very thing that allows us to have even existed in order to have conceived of a thing which doesn't truly exist?

(Yes, but I have to be up in six hours, so let's talk about it tomorrow when I get off work, okay?)

Okay. Hey?

(Yeah?)

Don't forget to set your alarm, you were late getting to work this morning.

(I will. Good night.)

Pleasant dreams...

(You too.)

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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