#21 - The Linearity, Circularity, Spirality & Singularity of Time
It’s fascinating how time passes. It moves in circles… you can see it in the way the seasons change, or generations come and go, or civilizations rise and fall. It’s as if time is a template, out of which forms emerge… bearing shared archetypes, but expressing themselves in different styles.
Yet despite the sort of circularity of time, I think it’s fair to say that there is also a linearity to it as well. There’s this sense that what happened before is behind us, and what is still to come is ahead of us. This understanding, that the moment as it exists right now, will never exist again. Putting this into perspective gives life it’s precious quality of fleetingness, that life is short, and that we must make of the most of and have gratitude for what we have now.
Yet back to the circularity, there is this sense, at least in many cultures and world views, that we will have another chance, another shot, another live in a time to come. This idea that the soul will continue in a karmic wheel of death and rebirth.
Oh the paradox, these feelings of time. I feel like there’s a tendency to fall into the trap of linearity, and then once circularity is discovered, to condemn linearity as short sighted, narrow minded way of thinking. But what if both can exist, and must exist simultaneously? What if time, is not linear of circular, but is instead spiral? That it moves in a circle, and in a direction at the same time. That the patterns repeat themselves as one makes their way around the circle (or the circle makes its way around one), and that there is also a distinctness of each moment that will slip away into the wake of the path of time, never again to be found in its exact form?
For me at least, this makes the most sense. Baked into this model, I also find what I think might be an explanation for what seems to be the changing speed of time. You know, that feeling as you get older, that time is flying by. When all of a sudden a year feels like two months, whereas it used to feel like a decade? Sometimes I feel crazy when I think about how quickly the last 4 years have gone by. The 4 years before that were like an eternity, and the 4 before that were like a straight up lifetime. I could chalk it up to this notion that I’ve just got more things going on which is keeping me busy or distracted… but that’s not a satisfying reason for me.
I think what might be happening, is that our lifetime passes, we move further and further down along our spiral, spiraling ever inwards towards our omega point. Our own singularity, in which our life makes its way to its end… spiraling around and around the years ever quicker, in tighter and tighter circles, as we move in the direction of our end point. It’s as if the black hole of our ending, is beckoning us towards it, while we spin down the drain of life.
That sounds so morbid, and I’m sure there is a lighter way to frame this, but in a sense I think that’s what’s happening. Yet, science tells us that time actually slows down in a black hole. And while on one hand this might throw my whole theory out the window… it actually makes me think that there is more to the story. That perhaps, right at the point where time is moving the fastest, time is also moving the slowest. Perhaps the world spins faster around us, as we sink deeper and deeper into the timelessness of our own soul.
Then, right at that still point of complete darkness, when all is warped and stretched and pulled apart, we are spit out the other side. Time slows down to a complete stop and then we reemerge on the other side, ready to slowly start speeding yet again quicker and quicker along another roller coaster ride of a drop down to our next destination.
More to come on this strand of thought…