Hamm It Up! :)

By: Hanna Jansen

You read a book.

 You open it.  

     You follw its pages from chapter to chapter.  You close it afterward and think it’s come to an end.  But everything is still there.  You hold it in your hand.  And each page is available to you, each word.

     Wherever and however you want, you immerse yourself in a perception in which everything comes together at once.  The perception is less limited than the experience.

     This book is not at an end either.  You can ramble through its pages or leap, zigzagging, back and forth.  Even a bit forward, to pages that aren’t written yet!  And you can linger where you want to. 

     Sometimes I think that the history of us human beingsis only a thing in self-contained motion.  No more than a breath in eternity.  And in that, the duration of a human lifeturns out to be infinitely small.

     Perhaps there is no such thing as time at all.  In any case, not as we see it.  Perhaps there are only creation and destruction as a pair in a great whole that cannot be expressed in dimensions.

      Our own limits create dimensions, poles between which we understand the world: beginning and end.  We think, feel, and act sustained by the illusion that, exceeding our limits, we are constantly going forward.  But I think time is not a straight line.  It’s a circle.  Enclosing life and death within it: congruent.