Another Choice

The sense of time

Earth, this marvel, revolves on itself and moves around the sun and its seasons proceed in cycles, all goes and returns and is renewed and each moment is unique.

Everything anew is the same and is different at each instant.

Who counts the time?

Human animals, mortals, we measure time with our own finitude.

Separate individuals, we have only three stages to situate ourselves in: growth, maturity and decline.

Sojourners and passing guests, we must rely on the species in order to accomplish.

Issuing from the species, we must return what we owe it before death arrests us.

Our time is precarious, assailed from every side.

Time passes at the cost of our lives.

The species, however, may endure and last.

Even though it may rip itself apart and annihilate itself, see how it proliferates and overwhelms the earth?

The violence of separation, of exploitation, where does it lead?

The prey and the predators, the victims and the executioners, the profiteers and their targets, one’s own death as well as the other’s possess us, the invested energies refuse to collaborate.

Why should they?

To which end?

In abnegation, in duty?

Towards whom, towards what?

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