1,111,111 And Counting
I am bemused by this. We are bound by the appearance of Time, but we do not perceive Time directly. We mark it by actions or events, before and after. So for 2 years and 3 months I have had a million marks to show me the shape of Time. This is a thick textured Time, thicker, obviously, than any before in my experience. The texture of it is articulated, like crosslight over corduroy, by the memories of sitting down and doing the same thing, over and over, in a concentrated way, every day. Yes, I mean literally every day, for at least 100 and up to as many as 10,000 times a day. Every day differentiated from another, and every day thoroughly and internally well marked.
Today I reached one million, one hundred and eleven thousand, one hundred and eleven. The number made such a pretty pattern writing it down that I decided to post this. The texture of my Time surrounds me very thickly now, almost palpably. This is a good thing, but I cannot explain why to you until you yourself make the attempt to consciously do something up to 10,000 times a day, over and over.
Maybe from this point forward all of my Time will be deep textured. I hope so. There are one or two other things I could easily do for the millionth time, perhaps in a year each. Beyond that, who knows?