
A visual reflection.

We track four seasons, but some cultures track many, many more.
Holidays were centered around the seasons, with seasons derives from the natural rhythms of the land.

Nature has its own rhythms.

And so do our bodies (substances can change them).

All of these, whether over the course of seconds, days, months, years, or eaons, are themselves cycles. Time is spiral.

Perhaps, when we die, we come back. In the future, or in the now? What is the difference?

And yet, we know that time passes. Right?

Does time pass by us, or do we traverse it?

Are we certain there is but one path?

And are we certain there is a beginning, and an end?

There are many cycles; many ways. Cycles of differing lengths and (perceived) speeds. Cycles of many shapes and sizes.

Perception is fickle. Time fliesβ¦

And as timeβ¦ well, as time supposedly goes on, and we get βolder,β our perception shifts, imperceptibly. And suddenly it is sprinting by.
Do new experiences slow it down?
Science says time can be measured (the last I heard, at least). We have clocks to prove it.
(What happens when you fly backwards? Do you traverse time in reverse?)

Keeping time, we commoditize it with ease, from whence comes laborβs assignment of value.
Abolish time?