The Speed of Light
Look at yourself, moving in a mirror. Who moves faster, yourself or the image of yourself? Watch your shadow moving along the ground. Who arrives at your destination faster, yourself or your shadow? The dancer dances facing a mirror to see the dance as others see it; the dancer knows that time is the same for herself and her image in the mirror. The fighter boxes with his shadow; he knows that time is the same for himself and his shadow. Living in their art, their skill, they are one with time. The rest of us are fools. We are obsessed with time, with speed. “Time is money,” we say. But both are illusions. We live in an endless instant; tomorrow never comes and yesterday is not even a shadow. There is only Now.
Divide time, beyond the instant. Are you wiser for it? What is the purpose of it? Those who fancy themselves wise have built a clock that measures time into fractions of fractions of an instant, and what does it do? It allows the rulers of nations to send Death with greatest precision to this place or that place, but what good does that do? Is a villain more dead if you kill him with a missile, or with a blow from a fist? And is this the best that Rulers can do with Time?
A child does not know time. An instant can be as long as a day, to a child; a child can live many lifetimes in a single day. Without knowing anything about time, a child fills time in a way no adult can master.
