Good morning…Time as food. Isn’t that interesting. In order to eat time, try to get more of it or less of it, try to make it slow down and stop, or speed up so you can get out of boredom. But, in order to eat time you have to be sitting at the Table of Time so you can stick your fork in it. It’s the Table or World View in which we are observers of time. This myth of time being external holds us in place as being served time as if God were the chef and the world was the dining room in Downton Abbey.
Picker eaters, we like this time but hate that time. We deserve the best time, we believe. And we don’t deserve bad time, so we send it back, complaining to the chef. “I did everything right, so why am I served this shit?” But in the end we have to eat what is given.