timing

by walterdoege

I have difficulty with time…I don’t know what is time, I can feel what this word means, but meanings are only meanings…as idioms…the human being gives name to the experience…to the experiment…to the meeting, to an event, to the things, but what about time of equal hours in the clock…time is not in the clock…what about a day, what is the lenght of a second, of a minute, of an hour, of one hour, of an instant, of a moment, of a night and day…what about the time of a month, of a year, of one year…what about the time of a life…what about the time out of the clock…love is out of time…I feel this way…even though, what about time, a measure of movement, a motion, emotion…e-motion…sentiment of reveries of days gone by, of days of tomorrows…what about now, this now that is not now when you read this wandering writing…what is the duration of one minute, what about the duration of a life…nor lenght neither duration…as I can perceive time if with space, in a place…but love is out of time…love is out of a place…