I will do my best to avoid sounding as though I'm writing these musings from the Holodeck...but it's fair to say that this is a fascinating idea. The workings of space and time are whimsical at most. Isn't it something that we humans invented a system that measures and divides our experience?
The concept of a Leap Year is that, periodically, in order to keep our accounting even, we have an extra 24 hours--a whole added day in the yearly cycle. In another way of considering this, however: since time is an illlusion, then it is not possible to make time, to save time, to make up time, to lose time, or even to waste it. Therefore, this thing that we talk about on this day, this number, 29 February, which only comes around so often, seems so odd. Since time is a construct, then we could allow ourselves to have as many February 29ths, or June 43rds, or October 40ths, as seem appropriate.
Perhaps we order our days in the way that we do so that each experience seems special. Summer, with its heavy breezes and luscious fruits, is so delightful, in part, because it is limited. If we were allowed to decide when or how days could be arranged, that might lead to a dreadful lack of diversity. (At this juncture, it seems as though summer may never arrive; although the groundhog has come and gone and issued forth a verdict suggesting that we will see summer sooner rather than later.)
I say all this because these are tumultuous times, and while we discuss elections and Leap Year and taxes with steadily increasing levels of anxiety, I am reminded of something a wise wizard said: "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
So...what do you choose to do with the time that is given to you? What tasks will you undergo? What will you set aside? And can you find a way to make the journey with a glad heart?
The concept of a Leap Year is that, periodically, in order to keep our accounting even, we have an extra 24 hours--a whole added day in the yearly cycle. In another way of considering this, however: since time is an illlusion, then it is not possible to make time, to save time, to make up time, to lose time, or even to waste it. Therefore, this thing that we talk about on this day, this number, 29 February, which only comes around so often, seems so odd. Since time is a construct, then we could allow ourselves to have as many February 29ths, or June 43rds, or October 40ths, as seem appropriate.
Perhaps we order our days in the way that we do so that each experience seems special. Summer, with its heavy breezes and luscious fruits, is so delightful, in part, because it is limited. If we were allowed to decide when or how days could be arranged, that might lead to a dreadful lack of diversity. (At this juncture, it seems as though summer may never arrive; although the groundhog has come and gone and issued forth a verdict suggesting that we will see summer sooner rather than later.)
I say all this because these are tumultuous times, and while we discuss elections and Leap Year and taxes with steadily increasing levels of anxiety, I am reminded of something a wise wizard said: "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
So...what do you choose to do with the time that is given to you? What tasks will you undergo? What will you set aside? And can you find a way to make the journey with a glad heart?
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