Last night I happened upon the following.

From Youtube channel – Like Stories of Old – Interstellar’s Hidden Meaning Behind Love and Time
“Listen to me when I say that love isn’t something we invented, it’s observable and powerful, it has to mean something…maybe it means something more, something we can’t yet understand. Maybe it’s some evidence, some artifact of a higher dimension that we can’t consciously perceive. Love is the one thing we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.” — Dr. Brand, Interstellar.

Then book I’m reading at bed time – ‘A Soldier of the Great War’ – by Mark Helprin
Old man: Do you know why you walk slowly when you’re old?
Alessandro: No
Old man: Because with age you receive the gift of friction. The less time you have, the more you suffer, the more you feel, the more you observe, and the more slowly time moves even as it races ahead. (a good description of how I’ve been experiencing time lately)
Alessandro: The less time, the more friction, difficulty, and viscosity. Time expands. Is that correct?
Old man: Yes
Alessandro: At the end, when no time is left, it will pass so slowly that it will not pass at all.”
Old man: Correct
Alessandro: Then, at death, time stops?
Old Man: Old men on their deathbeds call for their fathers not because they are afraid, but because they have seen time bend back upon itself… When I was your age I was skeptical and quick. I made fast work of the myths of heaven and hell and of the vastly deficient idea of nothingness. As I’ve grown older, I’ve seen that the world is made of perfect balances and exact compensations. The heavier the burden and the closer you get to the end, the more vicious time becomes, and you see, in slow motion, intimations of eternity.

Then this morning as I woke I had the intuition to step back and let these notions we’ve been exploring go for – their is a time to think and analyze and a time to treasure up and ponder in ones heart.

That said looking back at some old journal entries I noticed that I’ve struggled with my relationship with the notion of hope so I might explore that in my next posts.

Hi Anita

“My thoughts: generally, we live in the Eternal Realm and in the Temporal Realm. it is not possible to live, as humans, in one or the other… It’s about living in both, letting go of attachment to one or the other. Not labeling either one as superior to the other.”

Well said. I agree and sometimes imagine it as the yin yang symbol in motion. I know when I’m in anxiety mode both feet are firmly in the temporal (the spinning image goes all wonky) as I’m measuring/labeling like “crazy”. In those moments I need to notice bring myself closer to the Eternal, centering and slowing the spinning image.

“If you ask peter the young boy: “what do you hope for?” What will he say?”

Funny Sad that just reading that question I feel a tightness in my lower abdomen as my hope as a young boy came from a place of fear and anxiety or you might say discomfort and the Hope was to for comfort because discomfort was not only bad but ‘sin’.
I’m afraid my Hope was not for Life but to change what cannot be change. In other words as a young boy I was unknowingly saying a big NO to Life while believing I could fix it by being good and following all the rules. ( I think you had a similar experience with taking on the label of bad, if for different reasons? I wonder if most children do?)

Krishnamurti made an argument that most of our hope really represented a fear. And that one hoped when one was in despair.
“Hope means you are in despair. Being in despair, you look to something to give you hope. Have you understood the nature of despair, why you are in despair? Have you ever looked at your despair, why it exists? It exists because you are comparing yourself with somebody. It exists because you want to fulfill, become, be, achieve…” – Krishnamurti

Years ago I determined that if one was to hope unskillfully it was best not to hope at all which I still think, only I didn’t give up on the notion of learning to hope skillfully.

Its why I want to revisit my relationship with Hope – Krishnamurti not wrong but surprising myself, my gut says there is a Hope that, yes, we might turn to in times of trouble, but isn’t about fixing that trouble, or comparing, or even becoming…. Though I feel such a hope would bring one closer to a ‘true self’. Kind of the Joy and sorrow relationship? Maybe? Language is going to get in the way, but think I’m in a space to explore it.