...not as in -- time to kill
but time to kill time:
the death of time itself.
This morbid fascination
with the bleak & unnoted
passing of all that was & will never be
Along the lines of that
Heraclitian dictum: where one
never steps foot in the same stream twice
The immortal fluidity of being:
the ultimate ground of consciousness
dies thousands of times each day
& yet we fabricate a sense of continuity, of permanence
since the water springs from the same unifying source.
But it never stays motionless, is always impermanent
Eternally coursing into, through and beyond itself
Time is and we are:
the river of forgetfulness itself.
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