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This is yet another of those bigger truths that simply floated into my mind during a late night conversation with my soul. I was thinking about some random occult practices that I haven't practiced in a while (not that I am a devout follower) when I it occurred to me that the concept of time, is a man-made one. God, doesn't understand or adhere to man's principle of time. Think about it, the day doesn't start or end at the same time. Time is not the constant, sunrise and sunset are. The seasons are not dependant on time, life and death are not dependant on time either. We, as humans, have devised time as a tool.

This led me to the other question, why? Why do we need time? Well, how else would man have justified his other great concoction, reality. Time is a measure for reality. If a person dies, we are in a state of shock. We call it an untimely death or worse, "Their time was up." Really? As someone who strongly believes that every human being on the face of the earth has a purpose to serve, I am led to believe that the universe provides us with just enough resources and breath counts to fulfill that purpose. Once our purpose is met, there is no need for us to stay. Hence, we die. It is as simple and as insensitive as that. A butterfly lives to pollinate a particular lot of flowrs, once it has done its bit, it dies. If it is careless and flutters into the attention of a predator, it is killed. We don't call that an untimely death! Then that becomes part of a food chain. It is 'science'.

If I'm not wrong, the same school that created the notion of science, created time. Time is of essence is an adage that makes me laugh. Life is the essence, finding the purpose is the essence. Life is the teacher. The more we renounce the ultimate provider, the more distraught we are. There are no other lessons than the ones that life gives us. Life makes each one of unique, science doesn't. Every time someone tells me that they haven't pursued their dreams because they could not find the 'time' or because they don't want to start now, because they think it's not the 'time'... they set my teeth on edge.

My body is the ultimate guide of this truth to me. Complete lack of 'discipline' has led me to drift in every aspect of existence. I sleep when my body wants to sleep, I eat when I feel hungry, I let my body guide me to what I need to do and that's exactly what helps me stay the way I am. I know that I have overeaten in the past few days and my body is rapidly sending out signals of unhappiness about it. A day or two of liquids will bring be back to my balance. I won't eat breakfast because it is 'breakfast time'. I will break my fast, when the body wakes me up with a solid growl of the stomach. Then, I'll know it is 'time' to eat.

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  1. Silent SensationsFebruary 24, 2011 at 9:54 AM

    My question remains... Where and how do you break outta that damned monotony?? The feeling of "There is so much to do but I am not up to anything. I am feeling so lethargic."
    My mind-body conflict never seems to end...

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  2. Susmita MukherjeeFebruary 26, 2011 at 4:00 AM

    The mind-body conflict is actually a figment of imagination, like I have previously mentioned to you. It is the basic need for one to constantly seek comfort in conflict and conflict in comfort. Which why, when we meditate (allow the mind go blank)the conflict resolves itself. Being patient is the toughest part.

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