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Father Time

Day 4

Today's post is going to be about my favorite subject to discuss, time.  Time is the 4th dimension, time is the great unknown.  Time is the biggest FU the universe has gifted us, because unlike space travel or aliens, it's right in front of our faces, mocking us with it's incessant ticking, killing us one by one, hanging our impending doom over our heads, and moves forward without a care in the world.  Time just keeps on ticking giving the proverbial middle finger to anyone who tries to fuck with it. (one day our sun will explode and will affect the laws that govern the relationship between the sun and the earth. Yes, a nasty breakup indeed)  Time is one bad mutha.  Shut yo mouf!!

For reasons unknown to me I have a tendency to equate time with religion, and more specifically to the concept of a higher being.  Think about it.  Time isn't judgmental, time isn't a form of life and, with a little personification, could be considered a being all by itself.  Time was here in the beginning and will be exist after life, time created the universe, time created the heavens and the earth.  Time is quantifiable, time is, mathematically, a vector but in practical use, a scalar. Time created life.  Time, not zombies will cause the apocalypse. Life is but a period on times' resume.  Ending a thought time once had. Because time created life and life discovered/imagined the heavens, time created that too. Everything that exists in the known universe exists because time allows it to. Sounds very similar to this God humans speak so highly of.

One day, I decided to test my theory and image search father time and God, the father almighty, creator of the heavens and the earth.  See any similarities on how we depict both?  The long white beard, just old enough to know anything everything, and more importantly the long robes draping the seemingly frail old man.  The robe that alludes to our lack of understanding of subject, to the unknown.  I look at each picture and think: what's underneath the robe?  What are you hiding father time?  Chiseled abs like Jesus? The frailty that comes with old age? A tattoo you regret? But I digress.  To me the similarities are not happenstance (SAT words!!  One day these words will link to another article I'll write).

Bestow time with superpowers and create a romantic love story between it and humans and what do you have? Something eerily similar to our relationship with Gee Oh Dee  I may be wrong, but I doubt it. Then again, haven't I just spent my day empowering and romanticizing time?

Have an image!!

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