In Eternity
In the land in which there is no time, rushing is unheard of. Being too slow, or early, or late are also unheard of. Would that not be Heaven where there is no pace, or, if pace there were, it would be your own pace and just right as it is? There would be no haste, no waste. In the land of no time, there would not be time to waste. There would be no time at all.
What would your life be if you were lifted up away from the machinations of time in the land of Earth?
Has not time become like a whip? Has not time gotten you out of breath? Has not time hounded you? Time has a beat, and time has been beating you black and blue. Time has been a wrathful master. It is said that time waits for no man. It is closer to the truth to say that time hits you over the head and clogs your life on Earth. Stuck in time, you can hardly move fast enough. It's not easy to be just on time or right on time or even on time. You are fraught with time.
Ah, to be without having to bow down to time. Ah, to not have to consider time at every moment. Ah, to just slip into Eternity and be out of the ravages of time. To escape the shackles of time. To be on your own time and not accountable for its passage.
In Eternity, everyone is young. Everyone is fresh. There is no aging. And without time, there is no space, for time and space are one and the same although looked at from different angles. In the absence of space, there is Heaven, borderless, vast, expansive, extensive, excellent. Without space, there are no burdens. There is nothing to carry, and nowhere to take it to. There are no mountains to jump over. There are no accidents. There are no roads, and no bumpers to get bumped. No one can let you down. No one can leave you, for there is nowhere else to be but with you on a strand of beach, as it were. Of course, love does not come in strands, and there is nowhere for you to be stranded.
Even so, with all this being said, time and space also give you great blessings. You have a good time. You are in a good space. You can run into the ocean, and you can make sandcastles on the shore. You can collect rocks. You can run over to someone. You can get into a car and drive away, or you can get a milkshake.
Time and space may drag you down, and yet, at the same time, they offer you a singular feast.
The fact is that you chose to acclimate yourself to time and space. You chose to slip into them. You chose to be on Earth inundated with time and space. You chose to reside in this imaginary land for a certain term. You didn't sentence yourself to time on Earth. You gifted yourself, and you gifted the planet. This is an interim daydream you are in.
While you are at it, have a good daydream. Earth is the clay you play with, and you mold it to the touch. You toss the clay from hand to hand and from pillar to post. You and I are both practiced in molding clay. You have good clay to work with. Enjoy it. Enjoy making pictures and shapes and coloring them in, and enjoy tossing them away. Enjoy, beloveds, enjoy, for We play together in every moment of time which is no time at all.
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