Not Linear Time
by Marco Odino
Not
linear!
Time
is not linear!
What do you think, that we can continue like this,
that time passes by like this, without a flaw, without a crease, second
after
second, minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, year after
year?
Always the same gear...
It is not true, it is not true!
Time is not linear!
I
passed my life learning such a thing!
It is not a theory, it is a mental discipline.
I didn't want to, I didn't want to lose my emotions in the exact moment
that they were born.
I didn't want to lose, I didn't want to ooze.
I didn't understand
why everything had to be so sequential, I could not give up to the idea to
proceed in a straight line and, slowly slowly,
For years I felt trapped in this dvd of a winded up life, lost without
ever being put in pause, or rewinded at least once. My life? Just like the
others.
Childhood, school, a job, some heartbreaks. A story, thousands of stories
which are all the same but for us each of them are so important to seem unique,
even if similar, so terrible similar. We would have wanted to crystallise our
time but everything passes by:
friends, love, feelings and the
wind of fate.
The even days and the
dark series, unrepeatable mysteries.....crumbling in a hourglass with
Then, I had a vision,
an idea, shining like a goddess’ tear.
If we can observe
something in a different way the world around it changes immediately,
I
started to ask myself what would happen if I looked, or felt, the time in the
same way, looking inside, within and beyond it. It is not at all easy, try!
And as the time
passed by, I observed it. And while the days and the nights, the smiles and the
tears ran down, I felt it. And while the faces came and go I perceived it trying
It is by moving that
we understand space, but it is by stopping that we understand time. Lossing the
compass at the North Pole is not dramatic, if we move we will in any case go
towards the south.
Moving in the time is
simple, we just have to swing instead of moving, tricking the time with a false movement.
I caught hold and I
swung.
As I told you before:
synchrony is not syntony.
I am not the one that
make the rules, I didn't open the gates of the Temple of Time!
Others, most probably,
have done it before me. Today the
trouble is that we have lost the ability to see further and to live through the
time and not across it.
I have chosen, I have
caught the time and, swinging, I get away free at last.
In that mental land
which lies between sleeping and waking, dreaming
and watching, where the exit is near the border of nothing , I am numb and
awaken.
Before some brief
instants, than moments and seconds. I saw myself in a fore and shortly after I
found myself just before.
I was and I am in the
womb of the doom. Swaying in time. I presume.
A life to dream of, a
real dream, which makes me the master of my time, free to chose
the emotion to live
again, eternally, like if it was the first time.
Not linear, it is not
paradise but one can stay there! I swear.
Nobody believes me. I
don’t mind.
You can do it too, do
not trust the Wise Men in disguise, what you see is not the real. But the
instant appeared. Swinging, swaying, things are not what they seem. Fly, turn
around just once!
It cannot end in this
way.
Time is not today.
Not linear. Look at me: am I away?