Time is the End

So what about time then? An infinite measurement…a vast expanding organism; life.
Physics and quantum theories aside, so what then? Through the rising count of numbers we document where we stand in time; what day, what year, what hour. What about our biological clocks then? What is that you feel, when you consider the time of day and your state of mind makes an acknowledgement? You connect a number with that moment of being, you almost feel the time of day, mentally.
So what about the end then? What about the beginning? We read books, hypothesize, wondering about the beginning. Men of science tell us about an ever so expanding universe that will ultimately collapse in on its self. But what reality do we truly know? Where does one's consciousness stand in absorbing the relevance of time? We age continuously, every moment passing by is gone, lost and never to return. These few minutes that have taken you to read this manuscript, are part of a mass movement, subtracting what life you have left. As much as it is a measurement, it is a physical deduction from what you are, and who you are.

This brings us to a next realization…every moment spent in life is a moment of alteration; alteration to your knowledge, your sense of being, and your life…physically and mentally. In reflecting on this, where do we derive our life span from? If time is subtracting life, at what point, and in what way was this life summed? If life starts at conception, how then, can an accumulation of an 8-month process produce an organism that requires and average of 60 years to deduce? How are we to understand the physics of life? Let us analyze an observed event: death. Our minds, though they may accept death as an eminent occurrence, they certainly do not comprehend it. What is the feeling of nonexistence? What is it, to be undone? To NOT be part of life? Is it the feeling of shut-eye, a sealed envelope, absolute darkness? The motion of walking through life, not thinking, not pausing, not stopping, at the thought of our end…we have trouble sleeping when we feel uncertain or uneasy about critical future events, such as hardships, illness, life threatening situations…they say stress can give man enough burden to alter his physical being. So how then, do we carry on with our life when we acknowledge that at every point, we are in the beginning of our end. Examine your current being, at this very moment, count a few seconds, the time that has just passed, the seconds that you would have witnessed on a clock, THESE are parts of your march into certain death. You WILL cease to exist, and with every moment passing by, your lifeline is losing substance. So what about death then? I have no answer, I never had an answer…many people believe in afterlife, a trick on their own being…clergymen tell us to expect divine destinations, but the true analysis is merely subjective. What beliefs will you accept, what will your brain convince you of? Are you blindly accepting a future of sort because you cannot comprehend your end?
Time is the end; it is death, injected into you in the form of accumulated age. We live daily and die daily, simultaneously.