The Beginning of Time
Imagine you are the architect of existence, a timeless entity lounging in the infinite expanse of your cosmic home. In the attic, a grow tent hums with potential ~ a void we’ll call “Space.” You introduce a fragment of a larger world, a clod of Earth, into this void. Silence. A seed follows, nestled in the soil. Stillness. Water, measured with the precision of a creator, is added. Yet, nothing stirs.
Then comes light ~ a sun in miniature. As it floods the tent, life flickers, a seedling stretching towards the glow, only to falter, burned by an excess of love. The lesson is clear: creation demands balance. Not too close, not too far, but a perfect harmony. Yet, even with care, the plant’s life is fleeting. The enigma? Time itself. A cycle of light and darkness, measured in hours, is needed. Water, air, and light dance to a rhythm you conduct. But what happens when the creator needs to step away?
Enter the timer ~ a mechanical heart beating in sync with the plant’s needs. It flips switches, releases moisture, and whispers breezes, freeing you from the cycle. Just as the Earth was once a barren rock adrift in the cosmos, until a cataclysmic birth ~ the moon ripped from the Pacific, birthing time as we know it. Now, the moon, a celestial clock hand 238,900 miles distant but round it off 240,000 miles (or 24:00:00 in cosmic code), dictates our days. Should it drift further, our hours would stretch, our days lengthen. The moon, our natural timer, marks the dawn of time’s dominion, a moment before which existence was unbound by its constraints.
By Seemak M Macull