A quote by C.S. Lewis that has stuck with me, and resurfaces whenever someone comments, "how time flies!":
For we are so little reconciled to time that we are even astonished at it. “How he’s grown!”, we exclaim “How time flies!” as though the universal form of our experience were again and again a novelty. It is as strange as if a fish were repeatedly surprised at the wetness of water. And that would be strange indeed; unless of course the fish were destined one day to become, one day, a land animal.
It is so true, don't you think? The strangeness of how humans seem always to be surprised by time's passing, although our existence altogether is only on a moving time train. It is the medium in which we live, move and have our beings, but somehow we have a consciousness of another dimension, a different type of dimension- something called "Eternity". Otherwise, we wouldn't have known about something we call 'time'! God must have intentionally revealed to us this knowledge. I think the idea i'm grasping at in shreds is that we are incapable of thinking up anything purely original, purely out-of-this-world unless it has first been placed in us. In our conceptions, and our capacity to conceive. For example, if i asked you, what is a colour that exists outside of the colour spectrum, I don't think anyone would be able to tell me convincingly. Even if you thought of some interesting hybrid such as muddy-golden-brickish-green, it would be an amalgamation of existing conceptions, which are within our capacities to conceive. Our brains are just not programmed to perceive anything other than the existing colour spectrum! It is all we know, and in all likelihood be all we ever know, simply because we are not given to know what is 'other' in this scenario.
And that's why I believe that 'otherness', such as conceptions of Eternity, Perfection and Ultimate Goodness are out-of-this-world, beyond humanly concepts. We are incapable of being nor possessing these things, yet they are universally ingrained and recognized in every individual; we have a capacity to imagine and conceive those things. It is divine.
Now it is bed time. My mind is swimming with lots of things and nothing in particular. I would like a good solid dslr camera to capture the world around me with wonderment. (Also because my current point shoot camera is producing faded out colours and plenty of fuzzy due to poor light reception) I would like red red lipstick. Go on a shopping spree. Go on a holiday.
Rather the opposite of ennui, existential boredom. I have existential anxiety- i want more. MORE!
