January 28, 2018
Are you oriented as to time, place, and person?
Or are you nuts?
Well lets see
Time is always and only time
This time is now this instant
Oops now its gone
Heres another, Cant grab it
It it really January 28 2018
Of course not
That designation is an invention, not real
It was that now, now its this now
Is it the now of the unfathomable time of the Universe
Is it the now of the 18 hour life of a Mayfly
Or the instantaneous coming into being and annihilation of a particle in an atom smasher
Time exists so that everything doesn’t happen all at once
Was it Einstein who said that?
Properly oriented in time is meaningless,
So, no I’m not.
Time is always and only time and place is always and only place
So now, that is this particular now,
Oriented as to place
The place of now is an object that you might call a chair
Located in a small collection of boxes
A set that you might call a home
In a larger collection of such sets that you might call a condominium
In a neighborhood in a town
Whats its name?
Is it the place at this table in this room?
Is it the place on this tiny planet in this insignificant solar system
In the unimaginable immensity of this universe
One among countless bubbling up out of the space-time foam
On this chair, am I oriented?
Lost in whistling space without a mind
So, no not oriented.
And now
This particular now, comes the fun part
Oriented as to person
Here, in this particular here and now,
What is this thing/event/occurrence?
All together, say I AM!
And what exactly is that?
Not the standard responses from acculturated sources
Priests and psychologists and parents
But really, what is it that says I?
Is it an ageing seed producing pod of the species homosapiens
Is it a body driven by a little entity in the skull just behind the eyes
A perceptual process in a sack of protoplasm
A bundle of memories projecting into the future
A hallucinating dervish imagining a world
A shadow and a dream
You may think it has a name and a place and a time
Whatever it is it’s here and then gone
You can’t put a finger on it, you can’t
But you think you know who you are and where and when
You cannot know
Perhaps you are stark raving mad.
The shrink might conclude, mad as a hatter
Completely nuts
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