It was very late or instead very early in the morning as it was 2 a.m. when my attention has been attracted by the tic-tac, tic-tac… of the big clock hang on the wall of the living room.
Suddenly I forgot the Social Study outline I was writing and started to think about the Time. The time we are running after, the sands of time, the absurdity of the time that regulates our life from the first time we have been conceived to the last second on Earth.
I think we could debate hours on this central topic. My questioning on Time is to know if Time really exists. We have found methods and instruments to measure it and evaluate the duration between two events, but as it can not be seen, I wonder if it is a reality or an illusion.
If it is something real, is it something fix and we are moving on it like moving on a road or is the time moving and we are fixed compared to the time. Philosophers and physicists have elaborated different theories like Kant or Einstein and equations have been formulated to try to have time under control. Time is an eternal topic that has been expressed in literature also.
I remember “L’Horloge” – "The Clock" from Charles Baudelaire, a poem I studied at the end of my ninth grade-year in France. To me this is a very realist (although quite depressing) poem where Baudelaire gives a divine power to the time and describe it as a threat. Here is the last stanza of the poem.
French Version I learned
Souviens-toi que le Temps est un joueur avide
Qui gagne sans tricher, à tout coup! c'est la loi.
Le jour décroît; la nuit augmente; souviens-toi!
Le gouffre a toujours soif; la clepsydre se vide.
English translation from Website
Remember, Time is a greedy player
Who wins without cheating, every round! It's the law.
The daylight wanes; the night deepens; remember!
The abyss thirsts always; the water-clock runs low.
Without answer to this metaphysic question, I think we can be quiet in life as everybody will experience the same end.