u/ChiggyBiggyG

I found this comment under a preview video of a BBC film, "From The Sea To The Land Beyond" - https://youtu.be/J9fDQxt9A70. The film covers over 100 years of archival footage along the British coast.

The expanse of time has always been a rather quaint fascination of mine. Time. The domain in which we are given the ability to move. To stretch our limbs, and build behemoths. To give definition to life, only to drown its most innocent sorrows.

It's been there immemorial. "Since the beginning of time", we say, for there was nothing worth remembering before it. Even an entity such as God, perhaps, is bound to the constraints of time. Maybe not to our own concept of it, but to another, gilded in his own image.

In this domain of time, we've been given a finitude to wander. In that finitude, we are eternal, you and I. Before it, we were encapsulated in the grand concept of the future by yorefolk. Beyond it, we are an ever-fading image of the legacy we've managed to weave.

Does time wish to comfort us, when we cry? Does it wish to apologize, as we die? Does it weep for what it has been made to do? In churning the wheels of thought and action, it has become the unwilling accomplice of penultimate suffering.

Yet, it sees goodness, another of its child, the greatest artist of joy. As it may weep, it still can choose to find solace there. A semblance of peace in exchange for its lifetime of servitude.

Yesterday, I was a child to it. Today, a man. Tomorrow, a tomb, of bones and memories. How fleeting to it, my eternity is.