15/06/2026
**Time is relative. It has been tested and confirmed. Where you observe the event influences your perception of the order of events. But how relative is relative. To a bacteria, surely time flows slower to it compared to a human compared to a nebula. If the galaxy was , for the lack of aphorism, a human. If it were a human and it looked with a powerful microscope to observe the planet we inhibit. It would see the risings and fall of different cultures and civilisations. Yet to us who live on this planet time is slow. Our history that is doomed to repeat is slow to us, and we have this demented perception of invulnerability. Of being able to conquer physics and threaten each other with nuclear war ending machines. The physics that we barely understand and that governs entities so much bigger than us, are used to wipe ourselves from this planet. Our planet is heating up and the little protection measures we have to balance this out are at constant threat of annihilation and we lose focus of that to scroll electronic machines that give us the instant dopamine fix our bodies need to escape reality.
When we talk about time, we are describing a force of the universe, but limited to our own perceptions. We define a time by what we can measure. A random planet rotation around itself is now equal to a day. Had we based it on another fandom’s planet’s rotation around itself, time would still be accurate, because it is relative. But we are self obsessed species that thinks it is the apex predator of the known universe. That’s fine, it is convenient for us to unify our sense of time based on the collective experience of this time.
But even as humans time feels relative to us. Always undefined, felt more than sensed or experienced. Children feel boredom if they are not entertained within seconds. Babies feel a hug and that’s all their sentience can experience in that moment. For a baby, a hug is all they can feel for as long as they can feel. As we grow older we lose that sense of wonder and sequence things after events. After the hug i must do such and such. We lose the depth of time for the shallow sequence of responsibilities.
I offer no answers, just contemplation.
why is meditation hard for some and easy for others? Just by detaching from the sense of time and being rather enveloped in its embrace? Instead of fighting the rip, others float with it and lose sense of time.
If time is relative and days are relative, can god really have not created us in 6 days? Just the days are relative to something else.. or rather may be, a sequence of events.
An artist can create clouds and stars before he paints the ground. Perhaps god creating the world in 6 days and understandably out of order, be that he was the artist and using reality as canvas. it is his tool and he can do things out of order if he so wishes or if it meets the grander picture.
An author can have an idea of the story he wishes to tell. He puts an introduction, structures the body of the book, creates memorable characters, knows the ending and yet can create all of those independently and asynchronously. The book is the medium, the story is known and the ending is fortold. The author can even inset himself in the book as a character. What stops him? Who can? There is no editor, there is no rule, there is no governance over what i type to you dear reader. If you are the chef in your kitchen, you cook what you wish, the method you wish with the spices you want and for however long you need.
Let Him cook, He is not done yet. Christ the redeemer lives.**
Root Deep 