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Time
Ticking away the moments
that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours
in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground
in your home town
Waiting for someone or something
to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run,
you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up
with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around
to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way,
but youre older
Shorter of breath
and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter,
never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
is the english way
The time is gone,
the song is over,
thought Id something more to say
(Pink Floyd - Time)
Tempo
Segnando i momenti
Che rendono una giornata triste
Sciupi e sprechi le ore
in una strada fuori mano
Gironzolando in una parte
della tua cittÃ
Aspettando che qualcuno o qualcosa
ti mostri la via
Stanco di sdraiarti alla luce del sole
Di restare a casa a guardare la pioggia
Sei giovane e la vita è lunga
E c’è tempo per ammazzare l’oggi
E poi un giorno ti ritrovi
10 anni sulle spalle
Nessuno ti ha detto quando correre,
Hai perso lo sparo della partenza
E tu corri e corri per raggiungere
il sole, ma sta tramontando
E sta correndo attorno
per spuntarti di nuovo alle spalle
Il sole è lo stesso, relativamente,
ma tu sei più vecchio
Col respiro più corto
e un giorno più vicino alla morte
Ogni anno si fa più breve,
sembra che non si trovi mai il tempo
Progetti che finiscono nel nulla
o in mezza pagina di righe scarabocchiate
Appesi ad una quieta disperazione
è tipicamente inglese
Il tempo se n’è andato,
la canzone è finita,
pensavo di aver ancora qualcosa da dire.
Time Jumper
HKD
Die Konfusion des Zeitspringers und die Verlagerung der Identität
Die Psychologin unterbrach ihren mitreisenden Kollegen und sagte, dass es im Unbewussten keine Zeit gebe. Manche ihrer Traumhandlungen hätten eindeutig in ihrer Vergangenheit stattgefunden und andere wiederum habe sie ihrer Zukunft zuordnen können, weil sich bestimmte Traumereignisse mittlerweile bewahrheitet hätten.
Sie wartete, bis der Zug mit quietschenden Rädern im Bahnhof zum Halten gekommen war, dann beendete sie ihre Argumentation, dass es einen Bereich der Psyche gäbe, in dem die Zeit keine Rolle spiele.
„Der wahrhaft zeitlose Raum“, sagte sie. „Das ist unsere Psyche.“
Der Psychologe fühlte sich missverstanden, denn an der Aussage seiner Kollegin hatte er nichts einzuwenden, er schien sich eher dafür zu interessieren, ob es gelänge, sich in einem Traum die Zeit zu merken.
„Ah“, sagte sie. „Du meinst, ein Gefühl für die Dauer eines Traumes zu bekommen?“
Dann bestätigte sie diesen Umstand, fügte jedoch hinzu, dass das Gefühl täusche. Erst beim Aufwachen stelle sie häufig fest, dass sie nur ihr übliches Nickerchen von zwanzig Minuten gemacht habe, vom Gefühl her die Traumhandlung aber auf eine ganze Stunde schätzen würde.
„Wie gesagt, zahlreiche Bilder von Dali zeigen Uhren und damit die Zeit in einem Prozess der Auflösung. Hinter der Realität des Alltags, im Bereich des Surrealen, herrschen andere Strukturgesetze.“
Ihr Kollege stellte einige spezifische Fragen, die ihre neu übernommene Leitung eines Schlaflabors betrafen, dann kam er auf einen Fall zurück, den sie in ihrem Vortrag im Psychologischen Club geschildert hatte.
Der Mann war in seinem Traum einem Schirm hinterher gesprungen, der ihm von einer Windböe entrissen worden war. Dabei landete er auf einer kleinen Felsinsel, die sich als Insel der Zeitlosigkeit entpuppte. Von hier aus habe er in die unterschiedlichsten Entwicklungsstadien seines eigenen Lebens gesehen und je länger er auf der Insel gestanden habe, sei ihm das Gefühl dafür verlorengegangen, wer und was er im Augenblick sei.
„Er fühlte sich mit allen Zeiten und Existenzen verbunden“, sagte die Psychologin, „und wachte mit einer vollkommenen Zeitverwirrung auf, die ihn noch den ganzen Tag beschäftigte.“
Er habe sie dann telefonisch konsultiert und sie habe ihn gebeten, nicht mehr darüber nachzudenken in welcher Zeit er wann und wie war oder sein könnte, sondern seinen jetzigen Status, den Augenblick zu beobachten.
„Entleeren Sie ihren Geist“, habe sie gesagt, und: „Sehen Sie Ihr einfaches Dasein im Hier und Jetzt. Schalten Sie Ihren Geist um von Verstehen wollen auf Beobachtung.“
„Der Verstand mit seinem analytischen Denken schafft also Probleme dieser Art“, sagte der Kollege.
„Ja“, antwortete die Psychologin. „Zeitlosigkeit ist Stille und aus dieser heraus kann man alles betrachten. Es kommt erst zu Problemen, wenn die Betrachtung aufhört und das Denken einsetzt. Da beginnt die Verwirrung und Suche nach dem: Wer bin ich wirklich? Und in Wirklichkeit bin ich alles. Doch das bin ich nur im Zustand der Betrachtung. Solange ich auf der Suche bin, bin ich fragmentiert und immer nur mit einer Teilpersönlichkeit identifiziert. Das war das Problem des Mannes. Er wusste nicht mehr, wer er wirklich war. Wir haben einige Monate daran gearbeitet, dass er zum Betrachter seiner unterschiedlichen Launen, das heißt seiner Teilpersönlichkeiten werden konnte. Das entspricht einer Identitätsverlagerung von einem Fragment zur Ganzheit.“
HKD
Digital art based on own photography and textures
HKD
The Time Jumper’s Confusion and his Identity Shift
The psychologist interrupted the colleague she was traveling with to say that time didn’t truly exist in the unconscious mind. Many people assign their dreams to the past, because some of their dream actions have clearly taken place in the past; others in turn assign them to the future, because some dream events since then have come true.
She waited until the train with its screeching wheels came to a stop at the station, and then completed her argument by saying that there was an area of ​​the psyche in which time plays no role.
"Our psyche is truly a timeless place," she said.
Her psychologist colleague felt misunderstood, because although he had no objection to her statements, he felt more interested in whether it were possible to gage time in a dream.
"Ah," she said. "You mean, to get a sense of the duration of time in a dream?"
After she had confirmed her understanding, she added that this sense of dream time was deceptive. Only after she had awakened from her usual nap of twenty minutes would she frequently discover that from her sense of the dream, she would have estimated that it took a whole hour.
"As I said, Dali created numerous pictures that show clocks--and therefore also time--in the process of dissolution. Beyond the reality of everyday life, in the realm of the surreal, other structural laws prevail. "
Her colleague then asked a specific question that related to her newly acquired position as the head of a sleep laboratory, by returning to a case which she had described in a paper at the Psychology Club.
A man had dreamt that he jumped behind a screen, and that that the wind had then wrested it from him. He landed on a small rocky island, which turned out to be an island of timelessness. On this island, he watched the various stages of his life pass before his eyes; the longer stayed on the island, the more he lost a sense of who and what he is right now.
"He felt connected with all time and all existence," said the psychologist, "and woke up with a feeling completely disoriented, which he continued to feel throughout the entire day."
He consulted her by phone, and she asked him to stop thinking about what time it was then or what it might be, but to focus on his current mental state--to focus on simply observing the moment.
"Empty your mind," she said, and "Do not look beyond being in the here and now. Turn your mind from trying to understand to simple observation. "
"The mind’s tendency toward analytical thinking certainly creates this type of problem," her colleague said.
"Yes," replied the psychologist. "Timelessness is peaceful, and from it you can observe everything. Problems only arise when the observing stops and thinking begins. This is what caused his disorientation: the search for ‘Who am I really?’
“And in fact I am truly everything. But that’s my experience when I'm in a state of witnessing. As long as I'm searching, I'm always fragmented and merely identified with a subpersonality.
That was the man’s problem. He no longer knew who he really was. We have been working for several months because the shifting moods that his inner observer sees could become part of his whole personality. This would bring him a shift from identifying with merely one fragment to wholeness."
Translation by Cougar Brenneman - Thanks a lot!! HKD
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They say that time heals all wounds. Does it matter how deep they are? I have felt the burns on my elbows and knees from falling off of my bike. I have felt the whip across my bare back from a leather belt. I have felt the heartache that comes when my first huge crush called me ugly. Never have I felt this pain. It hurts deeper than I could image and for now I am alone to feel it and pray for more time.
Hi.. Its been a while but I finally braved the ridiculous heat to take this. I was out for maybe 15 minutes which a lot less time then I usually like to spend taking pictures but I did it!! I am headed back east for a week and I am so very excited to see my friends and family!!! Might even get a few more pictures while I am at it.
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But after a while
You realize time flies
And the best thing that you can do
Is take whatever comes to you
'Cause time flies
Time Capsule
A container holding historical records or objects representative of current culture that is deposited (as in a cornerstone) for preservation until discovery by some future age
Now that has been cleared up I present you with a true time capsule. It took me just under a year & 3 visits to finally be able to get inside & explore this large abandoned house. I had this on my map as a place to scout as for a while & when I finally made it to the area I was quite pleased with what I had found. The first visit was a year ago & while approaching, I noticed the grass was freshly cut but quite obviously the house was not lived in. Everything appeared to be inside & access was not possible. Three months to the day I first checked on it, I was again in the area only to see that downed trees had been freshly cut either thee day before or that very same day & again was denied entry.
I had all but forgotten about the house until Freaktography sent me a message saying he was going to check on it & see if it was finally accessible. This time it was open so I made my way there as soon as possible as I had been kept out of this beauty far too long. It certainly delivered & in hindsight I bet I could have gotten in on the first visit as the door was just a little jammed & not locked as I had initially thought!
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Just back from a few days on the Lower Deschutes river in north central Oregon. It's been 6 years since I last ventured into this stunning river canyon, and it has also been far to long since my last Osprey session.I have been lucky to have watched them do the talon drag many times but until now I have not been lucky enough to photograph the talon drag. I'm not sure why they do this as they are not trying to catch a fish but seem to be just dipping their talons in the water as they glide just above the water.
L303 climbs up out of the Lake O dip and past the intermediates at CH 118. The searchlights on the Plymouth Sub are not long for the world, as a bad storm ripped through the area last summer and all but destroyed most of the code line. After issuing a temporary signal suspension for part of the line, the long-standing plans to replace these old signals were finally accelerated, and 2024 sounds like it will be the last year for searchlights on this part of the old Pere Marquette. New signals are already in service from CH 105 east towards Lansing.
Shot for Active Assignment Weekly, theme "Time Passing".
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This bench has a few regular users that occupy the bench for anything from lunch, talks, phone calls or to just sit.....
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From a Band that I don't like, but I like their lyrics of TIME.
I am here. I am waiting.
Now I Fear. What I'm Waiting for.
I can see. Far as Heaven.
Still I seem. Blind to what's been going on.
I've been waiting for too long.
Time can feel, unforgiving.
I can see. Only yesterday. Why can't we, look to the future?
Where we'll be. Will tomorrow ever come?
I've been waiting for too long. I've been waiting for too long.
Now my life like a cigarette burning down the side.
While the days one by one all passing by.
And the time is slowly winding down.
I am here. I've been waiting for too long.
Time never sleeps. Ever drifting. I can't keep.
It's safe and locked away. Just like sand through my fingers. It slips on by.
Forever rolling on. I've been waiting for too long. I've been waiting for too long.
This morning I was on my way out to run some errands. I spotted this Red Tail Hawk and had to run back in to the house and grab the camera. Glad I did!
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