Does Anybody Really Know What Time Is?
This is a story about life, death and time. But mostly about time. The main character of the story is a biker who personifies many of us. He takes life as it comes. And sometimes it comes fast with not too much warning. He has a tendency to take life for granted, not thinking too much about spiritual matters but more about what is waiting around the next curve.
He figures sure, one day he will believe in a higher power, maybe even settle down and find It. But deep down his plan is to have as much fun as he can and then convert later on after he has done everything he wants. After all, he has plenty of time. Or does he?
One day while riding down a new road awaiting a new adventure, he has an epiphany. He sees Jesus in the sun. Sort of like the Son in the sun. But he doesn’t know it’s Jesus. And he doesn’t even think it strange that the he and the Sun become engaged in deep philosophical conversation.
And so, this introduction leads into a short philosophical story about the open road, riding on two wheels with the wind in your hair, the sun in your face and time. But mostly about time.
He rode hard and fast. The wind blowing his hair and beard. Never knowing the destination, only the desire. And the wind blew clouds of change, that dissolved more with each turn. Until at last there was the sun. Brilliant and glowing. Larger than life.
And the sun spoke to the rider, smiling and with a wink. “Do you have the time?”
The rider responded by saying, “What is time anyways?”
What Is Time Anyways?
The sun still smiled and said, “Time is a precious commodity.
It is like a proverbial cup of sugar that is borrowed.
It is eternal but yet limited. It waits for no one and it flies for everyone.
It has no tune but occasionally someone stops and puts money in its hat.
It has known baby’s breaths, mother’s tears and the last kiss of a lover who has left.”
The rider settled back in his seat and asked, “What is the meaning of time anyways?”
What Is The Meaning Of Time Anyways?
And the sun’s brow wrinkled slightly and one eye brow rose higher as the sun said,
“What is the meaning of a grain of sand in a desert of dreams?
What is the meaning of a tree in a multitude of forests?
What is the meaning of a snap of a finger or a shooting star in the southern sky?”
“What is the meaning of time?” the sun continued.
“Time is meaningless unless you have no time.
Time is richness when fortune has faded.
Time is forgetful unless you are late.
Time is a stranger unless you are its friend. Time is forever unless it is lost.”
“I don’t understand what you are saying”, said the rider.
“Time is difficult to understand when you disrespect it.
Then, when you have no time, you will understand it very clearly” said the sun.
“I have plenty of time to try to understand what you are saying. I’ll think about that some other time?” said the rider.
And as the rider drove around another curve, he never knew this time there was no longer time. And as the lights of the ambulance painted shadows on the pavement and the time of death was announced to those standing near, someone in the distance asked, “Do you have the time?”