1:11

Not quite 11:11, but it'll do for now.

The night is silent, the house woefully empty. It's cavernous rooms and hallways seem to absorb any trace of sound, seeming to go beyond silence. Silence is merely a lack of noise, yet this moment contains something only explainable as a stifled noise, with a nothingness so silent that it roars upon your ears, leaving you deaf to anything other than the void of silence.

The night is dark, the house terribly foreboding. It is the dark that has long roared across the ages, the dark that has not been tamed by a trace of light. Elsewhere, a solitary light may tame the dark into a submissive void, but here, an absolute lack of light creates a primeval dark, the dark in a home similar to the dark of a cave. Absolute, inky black peers back as one peers across the room, and nothing but the dark separates one from any possible tragedy.

The night is empty, the house filled with possibilities. Who knows what lies in the dark of the night? Minds conjure fanciful images of horror, yet we know these not to be true. Yet, when one stares into the maw of such a terrifying dark, it is not voluntary, but rather involuntary that the mind begins to work. In the dark, one knows not if he is alone or not, yet one knows not whether the former or the latter is preferable.

This is where I live. This is where I sleep. In several hours, it shall be transformed into a palace of light and wonder, but for the moment, this is where I reside.

More Thoughts on Time

We now focus on the past. What is the past?

The past should be viewed not as a list of what happened, but as a general guideline as to what may have happened. When you think back to yesterday, it is a certainty that it had to have happened, correct? Yet, try to imagine it.

Recall every thought, every image, and every action. It is quite impossible, because your memory is not so sure of itself. Therefore, how do we know what we do "remember" is even accurate? You remembered eating frosted flakes for breakfast, and so confident in your choice of breakfast cereal are you that it is indisputable. Yet, perhaps you merely forgot, and had cheerios for breakfast? What then becomes the reality?

Assuming that there were no outside observers, it becomes your reality that you did eat Frosted Flakes for breakfast. Because you remember it, it then did happen to you. There is no mental proof that you did not, and no one to dispute the fact. However, perhaps your memory gave way, and you came to the revelation that you did eat cheerios? Well, perhaps that too is a false memory, and you did in fact eat Frosted Flakes. How do we know that the past is actually true?

Referring back to my previous post concerning the present, how do we know that anything we do is actual? If we assume that the present is infinitely small, then everything we do instantly thrown into the past. As soon as you comprehend and read this word, it becomes a past event, and is now in your memory. If it is in the past, then it is subject to tampering from our memory. What we may have heard 10 minutes ago may be something completely different, or we may not have heard it all!

A confusing topic, to be sure.

It's early

That's nice.

It's also been a while since my last post, which is something I find myself saying more and more often everyday. What is it with my recent lack of writing? I have no idea, but new ideas come harder and harder and everyday, drowned out by the constant stream of information provided to me from my actually challenging schoolwork.

Does anyone read this anymore? If so, I greet you! Like a monk sitting upon a mountaintop, waiting to dispense proverbial wisdom in the direction of any seekers of wisdom, tourists, passerbyers, or child seeking a mentor, I present to you my thoughts.

If you have read this before, then you well know the drill. I do nothing but send the first few paragraphs typing my thoughts and salutations, state the silver thread of an idea, only to leave it dangling, unfinished, with whatever promises of fulfilling such thoughts never to be carried out, delayed only by my apathy.

Onwards to another direction!

Imagine, if you will, the present. As in, right now. As in, this exact second, this exact time. Now it's gone. Now it's been gone. The only way to properly focus on the present, on this exact millisecond, is to focus on the imminent future. By doing this, by the time we have aligned our thoughts correctly, the moment has occurred, and we have correctly focused.

The present.

Imagine, a timeline. Stretching from the distant, primeval past to the far away, smoldering future.

Now imagine right now. There is only one instance of a "right now," and is fleeting, disappearing faster than a wisp of smoke in a hurricane. There is no "Right now," because by the time you muster up the concentration and perspective to label it "right now," the moment flew by before you could march your thoughts into the proper order. Indeed, a "right now" is so impossible to accurately imagine, that I have come to believe only a past and a future exist.

When you finish the next sentence, try to focus on a "right now." It will be quite difficult.

Done. As soon as you focused on the moment, it was gone, fading away to the past. Then, as you realize this, and focus to the present, you find yourself thinking ahead, to the future. It is, therefore, very hard to focus on a present.

There is an infinite past, and an infinite future, but there is only one present. Due to it's rarity, the present is often considered the most important of the trio.