Marking Time

January 1st. Day One of the Earth calendar, in the year most commonly known as 2008. On the aforementioned planet, new Time is being celebrated, is classed as being born, just as old Time is mourned as it passes away.

There are those marking the transition who will feel like there hasn’t been quite enough Time to really do the celebrating part justice. About the same amount will really wish that Time would get a move on and get to the next stage already, so they can get on with things which they feel are much more important to be spending Time on. Life is finely balanced like that.

For a non-corporeal event, Time certainly does get a lot of attention by those corporeal beings who’s neural pathways are advanced enough to notice it.

Because Time really is a funny thing, when you come to think about it. It’s all relative really. It holds more importance to some atomic-matter-constructs in the grand scheme of things than it does to others.

Take humans for example.

To some, Time is a much watched critical component. The pivot point upon which everything else is balanced, to triumph or to fail on the ticking beat of life. To others it means very little at all. A general marker that says maybe because an astral body is in such-and-such a place, it should be about time to go and eat, or go and sleep, or to even come awake.

To a speck of astral dust, drifting eternally from place to place nothing more than momentum, Time does not even appear to exit. It holds no more relevance than anything else ever would. Won’t affect things one way or another, so therefore it simply doesn’t matter. It’s easy to travel in Time when time no longer matters.

Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

Universal clock.

Six billion o’clock and all’s well.