When we talk about ourselves, or we talk about our memories and our remembrances, when we talk about our lives, we have this tendency to place them in points of time. We relate to the past within a certain number of years. We relate to the past as if in a certain decade, or century, and we define the past by a time period.
So everything is categorized according to its timeline; “This is who I was twenty years ago.”
“This is who I was thirty years ago.”
“This is who I was forty years ago.” (In my case even more).
But we do it with time. And when you mentally picture things within a timeline and you hold onto things within descriptions that involve time, whether you realize it or not, you’re pulling yourself out of the eternal. Because of the fact that you place something within a certain time you’ve, all of the sudden, limited the very nature of what it is that you’re talking about. And that is, in fact, what putting things in particular time does for you; it limits the nature of what it is that you’re involved with…
