Time, a passerby, a regular here(everywhere).
But it wont reveal the path to you(anyone). May be because he doesn't know whats behind or ahead of him. In fact he is kind of blind, sounds familiar to justice right?
Justice for what? Our memories? Our apprehensions? Our healings? Our deaths? Or our rebirth?
I guess Karma circumambulates around him like an electron revolves around a nucleus. She jumps in whenever and wherever she likes. Don't know if she is a baby girl of Mr. T or his beloved. This just might explain the famous 'what goes around comes around'. Anyways it looks like she doesn't bother time at all.
So where do we come in(or go out) here? We(individual) must feel like the dinosaurs; that is if we(our kind) have a collective consciousness. Not extincted but in the manger of extinction, undergoing, mediating, bombarded by the asteroids named Karma.
I wonder if we were to ask Mr. Theodore "whats the time dude?" and he would reply "my folks named me that, I don't know what I am, why don't you go get a job man." He could be an ass like that.
Recapitulating this ridiculous post I will advise you to not ask for time from Time and also where to go next. He wont tell you even if he knew and if you are lucky he will probably show you a poetic justice for wasting his precious time.
But it wont reveal the path to you(anyone). May be because he doesn't know whats behind or ahead of him. In fact he is kind of blind, sounds familiar to justice right?
Justice for what? Our memories? Our apprehensions? Our healings? Our deaths? Or our rebirth?
I guess Karma circumambulates around him like an electron revolves around a nucleus. She jumps in whenever and wherever she likes. Don't know if she is a baby girl of Mr. T or his beloved. This just might explain the famous 'what goes around comes around'. Anyways it looks like she doesn't bother time at all.
So where do we come in(or go out) here? We(individual) must feel like the dinosaurs; that is if we(our kind) have a collective consciousness. Not extincted but in the manger of extinction, undergoing, mediating, bombarded by the asteroids named Karma.
I wonder if we were to ask Mr. Theodore "whats the time dude?" and he would reply "my folks named me that, I don't know what I am, why don't you go get a job man." He could be an ass like that.
Recapitulating this ridiculous post I will advise you to not ask for time from Time and also where to go next. He wont tell you even if he knew and if you are lucky he will probably show you a poetic justice for wasting his precious time.
