Once upon a time, there was no time. There was no such thing at half past three, or ten to five, or nine twenty. There was intimacy with the universe. You ate when you were hungry, and you rose with the daylight.
Then we invented clocks and chopped life experience
into separate objects of perception. Life became mechanised. When
this subjective experience became noisy words, objective timeslots, we progressed technolgically, but also we regressed.
Where there were eternal waves, the unified field of Being that Jesus' parable describes, this was replaced by temporary things, disturbances that do not go to the end of the world, never mind beyond.
Then came a perpetual lack of time, and with it, anxiety. But during activity it is still possible to re-renter the silent state in which the cosmos is a perennial flow, like water. Psalm 19 describes it: “Day after day the heavens pour forth
speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech,
they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out
into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.”
So if the heavens have no speech, but they still use words, when using words, consider not speaking. “Even a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace.”
Proverbs 17:28. So, THINK. Is it true, helpful, inspiring, necessary, kind?