Time Has Been Stolen!

It starts with a simple ask; "What time is it?"

With all the technology of this day no one should need to ask this question really!  It is readily at our disposal.  But there it is like an elephant in the room.  This question, this illusion of this thing we call time.

As time goes by the question multiplies.  It leaves his lips so often sometimes if I count it's 7 times within an hour.  "What time is it?"  Of course the answer is always without fail different.  But the question, it never changes.

Then one day a new question emerges; "What day is it?"  Together the 2 questions circle around in a dance sometimes in a waltz, sometimes in a solo performance.  Then a third question leaves his lips..."What month is it?"

As a culture obsessed with time we base all of our actions around this phenomenon.   Where would we be without time?

I feel into these questions daily from my beloved.  Some days I am happy to answer his simple ask.  Other days the question scratches my skin like sand paper.  It feels abrasive to my being. 

Where does the mind go when it can no longer be sequestered by the illusion of time.
One day he will no longer ask the questions:
"What time is it?"
"What day of the week is it?"
"What month are we in?"

The importance he gives time will no longer exist.  It will dissipate, not time but the memory to ask.
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Where will he be when the question no longer sits on his lips ready to spill forward?
The latter is really the question that needs to be asked, because in the near future time will be stolen from his mind.

​Aho