I Miss My Childhood
Why is childhood our paradise lost? I think it is the absence of limits, measures, numbers in time that makes it paradise. We don't know that time is measurable, and therefore finite . Or better said, we do not look at it as something measurable yet.
In our childhood time is not a succession or a line. There are not many moments. Only the moment exists. The one and only moment. Everything is contained there. Eternity. Time is not a hourglass where sand falls down unstoppably. Time is the grain of sand that contains the universe. And it is in our hands. We are kings.
In our childhood time is not a succession or a line. There are not many moments. Only the moment exists. The one and only moment. Everything is contained there. Eternity. Time is not a hourglass where sand falls down unstoppably. Time is the grain of sand that contains the universe. And it is in our hands. We are kings.