Time

Aug 07, 2006 13:18

I started reading "The Rule of Four" written by Ian Caldwell and Dustin Thomason yesterday. Six chapters into the story, and the story and suspense had barely unfold, however some sentences on the life philosophy of the protagonist had really set me thinking, especially on the subject of time.

The first chapter starts with this sentence: "Strange thing, time. It weighs most on people who have it least." How true…Time, is definitely a theme in this book, at least in my opinion. In essence, the book is about trying to solve the mystery of the 500 year old book, the Hypnerotomachia Poliphil (a book I have never heard of before this)., puzzles to be solved and truths to be unraveled. Before I am enthralled by the mysteries and puzzled, I have to amaze at the foresight the authors have on life. Whether they believe in it or not, I do not know. But they have certainly enlightened me.

The thing that people like to say to victims is that time is a great healer. The great healer is hat they say, as if time was a doctor… Time is the guy at the amusement park who paints shirt with an airbrush… And what comes of it all, the design on the shirt at the end of the day, usually isn’t much to see…we are the paint… Time is what disperses us. --- Chapter 1, The Rule of Four

Time is what disperses us. It is a not a great healer. It is not a good thing essentially. I remember in a movie I once watched, the narrator described time as a monster, the monster that ate up the friendship, happiness and innocence that that her groups of friends once shared. I don’t remember the movie’s name anymore and the movie is no even famous to begin with. But I remember this analogy. There are many many more good things that time can eat up. It disperses people, break up relationships and ties. Sometimes, when I feel that I have lost my friend to time, I can’t help but feel sad. We did not argue, we did not fight, yet we drifted so far that even a fight would have been much better. Because in a fight, the memories become clearer, but in the case of the former, memories just blur and fade.

I’m not sure if I wanted friends who understood me better, or saw me differently, or what exactly, but the old ones, like my old clothes, just didn’t fit. --- Chapter 1, The Rule of Four

Yah, maybe they just didn’t fit anymore., not that I hate them or anything. Trying to force it will only break the zip or cause a tear. No choice. Not all clothes will be able to stand the test of time, these old clothes have to be cleared out when one clean up the wardrobe. But for those that fitted all these years and triumph over the test of time, these are to be treasured and these are the little sparks that light up our life.

To count a million stars, he told me once, at the rate of one per second, sounds like a job no one could possibly complete in a lifetime. In reality, it would only take three years. The key is focus, a willingness not to be distracted. And that is Paul’s gift: an intuition of how much a person can do slowly. --- Chapter 1, The Rule of Four

In these years that I have passed, I could have counted almost 8 million stars. That’s a lot of time, that’s a long time. Things that I have lost and gained along the way, I can’t really keep count. Focus, only a 5-letter word, but it takes a whole encyclopedia to be able to master it completely.

Life...is a university that takes a lot more to graduate from...

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