infinity

Most people would say, nothing is permanent in this life, and the only constant is change. I say that's not the absolute truth, perhaps.. yes, it may be true, for those who are within the flow of time - human beings. We age, we die, and the world goes on like nothing happened.

Whenever I looked at the city, it seems like nothing has changed, everyday is the same as yesterday, as it always has been since grade school days and maybe even before the day I was born, yet here I am, not a kid anymore. I changed, I aged, with principles I may have never thought of before. If I die, the world will continue as it always has, that I know.

If there are things that are constant in life, one would be that man has a never ending desire to comprehend, to conceive abstract thoughts aided my metaphors or metaphors aided by abstract thoughts, hence life has changed.

Another would be that two is an operative word. If there is good, there is evil, where there is joy there is grief, where there is love, there is hate. Could it be that what we define as good is not as good as it is? that bad is not bad as it sounds? that somehow, there is no absolute possibility that the truth is the real truth?

What of those who are outside of the flow of time? Have they seen the same cycle from a thousand years before? And can they say if the same thing will happen after another thousand years?

From time immemorial, joy is always associated with sadness, that without experiencing sadness, one could never understand joy. That to start a new beginning, one has to end.

If saving the world from ripening too much, one would resolve it through the way of enmity and the other would resolve it through the way of affinity, will it result to a same thing?Would enmity be labeled wrong? and affinity labeled right?

I was given a chance to live in the flow of time. Would a single cell like I am be able to make a difference to something that has been the same for thousand years? That I, a dot in the face of the earth, can give something out of me to restore the balance? That living this life would mean I am doing something. Would I ever know? Will the fact of not knowing guide me?

In the face of death, would I be able to know? Would I be able to see?