Time is a mystery. We believe that it exists outside of us, as a Platonic category, but what a surprise when the awareness comes that we actualle are time. It is us who pass, inexorably but smiling, it is we who change slowly or suddenly, it is we who reinvent every morning past, present and future. I don’t know if it is good for us to think about time, perhaps it would be better to consider how time is an illusion. As something that is not actually there if it wasn’t for us. But an object is, and that’s it.
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To get closer to understanding time, I recomment drawing clouds. I have been saying this to friends and students for some time. It’s challenging: clouds slip away as we chase them with our eyes trying to block their movement, so that we must remember their forms of a moment ago, fix the forms of the now, predict their change in a few seconds. In practice, entering an uninterrupted harmonic flow that makes us follow shapes that no longer exist. As soon as we believe we have grasped some certainty, the world has already moved a little further.