Eternalists, possibilists, presentists

Romans, countrymen, lovers.
As a learning individual, I have just encountered the fact, that there are several categories of thinking about time.
But do I have to chose. Am I, as usual, not a logic human being when I say:
One day, one day I am an eternalist.
I count the stars and say they were, will be and are now.
Another day I will say:
Och aye. Tomorrow is just an illusion.
And on the third day I will read The Power of Now.
And this is just the beginning…

Time 2 (time in diverse languages)

Zeit           Tyd     ጊዜ      Tiempo     زمن

সময়

Tiempu Zaman Ваҡыт Čiesos Час

Време

সময়

དུས་ཚོད། Amzer Вăхăт Vrijeme

Саг хугасаа

Temps کات Čas Врѣмѧ Amser

Tid

Zeman Χρόνος

Tèimp   Time    Tiempo    Tempo

Aeg

Tiempu  Denbora     زمان   Aika

Temps

Tidj

Timp

Tiid  Am  Tempo  Ára   Sṳ̀-kiên   זמן  समय  Vrijeme

Tan

Idő  Tempore

Waktu

Tími

Tempo Tempo 時間

Wektu

ಕಾಲ  დრო  Уақыт

Wakati

ລາຍຊື່ໜ່ວຍນັບເວລາ  Tempus  Laiks Zäit   Laikas  Tied  Време

കാലം

काळ  Masa

Цаг хугацаа  Cāhuitl Tijd  Tied

समय

ई

Tid  Tempe   Nako  Temps  ସମୟ

ਸਮਾਂ  Czas

Temp  ویلہ   وخت   Tempo   Mit'awi  Timp   Время   Час   Кэм   Tempu   Vrijeme

කාලය

Čas Čas

Nguva  Wakhti  Koha

Wayah  Време

Tid

Wakati

Czas

Замон

เวลา

Wagt

Panahon

Zaman

Вакыт

Час

وقت

Vaqt

Thời gian

时间

時間

Time 1

Time to think about time

Time
Time to think about time
More time
End?

Silence

Birdsong and wet grass pave my way
A new beginning
Silence

Undo technology

How do you undo technology?
Is it like tearing your implant out and try to live without it, or is it just like throwing your crutches away, learning again to walk.
Consider the car. I must admit that I occasionally dream of a world without cars, or at least with much less. Then I watch another episode of "Game of Thrones" and wonder what a White Walker would do with a combustion engine.
But what about electricity. Can we undo the power grid?
Can we undo agriculture and be hunter-gatherers again?
Hmm.
What are the next steps? Brain implants and exoskeletons?
I guess this looks like a one-way dead-end street.
There seem to be options, however. We can differentiate the world into high and low tech-zones without today's divide into western and third worlds. At least it seems that we can trash our smart phones, light a candle and kiss someone we love.
Can we undo technology?
It seems easier to make gold out of lead by staring at it.
"Lets turn of the TV just for a while and whisper to each other in the dark" A 1990ies song.
Too many words again?
Undoing some technology might make this blog obsolete.
Maybe I could engrave something into rock, and call it a block.
Enough for today.
Buh-bye.

Stage II

There will be a new beginning soon. No one will notice that. It happens continuously, all the time.
It starts with an exercise.
You have to look for a place with nice clean ground, or soft meadow. Then you kneel and imagine that you are a seed. You follow the first stage of growth, of a sapling out of the seed with your body and stand up, break through the surface and feel the light of the sun.
You can do this several times (after intervals of a day or so) until you feel fresh and newly born.
Make sure to read the proper guidelines for this exercise in the Paolo Coelho book.
Then feel free to start all over again.
The initial reason to name this blog bioblog, was not only the association with biography but also with biology. This is over now. No regrets.
It is all biography and no biology any more.
I am just kidding.
Everything is in flux.
Stage two of meditation is to gain total peace of mind, no thoughts, just a clear head. It is just a stage on the journey to an all encompassing mindfulness.
And still the journey exists just here and now.
We make too many words.
So stage II will have less words, more silence.
Silence
Si...

Simplify

Buried under tons of matter, we dig ourselves out to breathe again. We throw away all the things we don't need. All the things we've never needed, we don't need them now. What do we need? Not much. There are even people who have less then that. So much chemistry in all that dead matter, that wants to come alive again, to be used, to be read to be listened to: not necessarily by us.
So what else is there to do at the beginning of the journey that is the rest of our lives. Throw away more ballast. Get rid of matter, ropes and weight. Fly!
Start with the basement and the attic. Demons are hiding there, Bauernbergpark Men and Goschpoidls, frozen in matter. Go through all your surroundings and free yourself. A totem here, a soft toy there…
Finally the day is over. You can rest but you fell that tomorrow you can encounter everything lighter, less concerned, fearless.
You have mastered your own dungeon. Hello world!