“Time… one of the most complex expressions…”

Time, one of the most complex expressions

Memory made manifest

It's something that straddles past and future without ever quite being present

Or rather, it at first seems indifferent to the present

There's a tension of a most unfathomable nature

The word desires to be understood, to have meaning

But you somehow feel that it's not you yourself that the word is addressing

It washes over you

Holding a dialogue with something arcane

That's maybe not mortal

And you feel intrigued, captured even

You're aware of a deeper existence

Maybe a temporary reassurance that indeed there is no beginning, no end

And all at once, the outward appearance of meaning is transcended

And you find yourself struggling to comprehend a deep, unformidable mystery

All is transient

Does it matter?

Do I bother?