Is the medium really the message, or is that just more obfuscation and control?

The fact is that the medium, the language and basis of communication, is necessarily indoctrination. We could not function as a group, without this tendency to both herd and be part of the herd. The map is our territory.

If you want to learn another language, map out your own territory, stop and listen to the sounds and see the light. Be more of a passenger and develop your peripheral vision, rather than just focus on that path in front of you, as the driver has to do. It is a rather monumental reality we live in and we are destroying it, because we think we have to be somewhere else.

We are mobile organisms, with a sequential process of perception, as a function of navigation. Then we tell stories and build civilizations out of the collected knowledge, but time is not the point of the present, moving past to future. It is change turning future to past. Tomorrow becomes yesterday, because the earth turns.

Time is an effect, like temperature, pressure, color, sound. Think frequencies and amplitudes. Ideal gas laws correlate volume with temperature and pressure, but we don’t call them the 5th and 6th dimensions of space, because they are only foundational to our emotions, bodily functions and environment, not the sequence of thought.

There is no literal dimension of time, because the past is consumed by the present, to inform and drive it. Causality and conservation of energy. The cause becomes effect.

So the process, the conserved energy, constantly moves on, past to future, while the patterns generated, the frequencies and amplitudes, go future to past. As consciousness goes past to future, while thoughts and feelings go future to past. Energy and the forms generated. Galaxies are energy radiating out, toward infinity, while form coalesces in, toward equilibrium. Cosmic convection cycles.

Different clocks run at different rates simply because they are separate actions. Think metabolism. There is rabbit time and there is turtle time, but the turtle is still plodding along, long after the rabbit has died.

When everyone is playing the same game, by the same rules, using the same measures, it becomes a race and everyone is on rabbit time. Though that pot of gold at the end of the narrative arc doesn’t exist. There is only means, not ends.

So slow down and find a less beaten path. It’s the journey, not the money.