Horismus (hor-is’-mus): Providing a clear, brief definition, especially by explaining differences between associated terms.
Time quells chaos by dividing its annoying presence into increments, giving us the welcome illusion of now. Without it we would have only “hum” which would be actual now bearing no past or future. Being always, already the same, contrast would be obliterated and where we “are” would not register, as time became a singular circumstance, and meaning, contrast’s counterpart, would be reduced to “hmmm” mimicking the ever-omnipresence of the Big Blend, which what reality would be called for its lost differences and foundational similars—similars with no differences to hold them in check in an attitude of critical reasoning.
“No difference, no brainer” is the mantra of this already aways eclipsed site of possible disruption, that goes unnoticed in the Hum of Hum—the unsegmented One that can’t be divided, multiplied, added or subtracted, poised in something other than eternity that can’t even be conceptualized, but may be an eternal present, whose impossibility may be realized in a lengthening shadow moving across a wall. The motion—the movement—may pinion the mind drawing it away from the possible illusion of the eternal present in the sweeping shadow. The shadow is decorated with equidistant dots, numbers are made up and the “wall clock” is born—born of no special need other than delight in observing the shadow traversing the dots and contemplating what can happen between them. The “starting” and “stopping” and “beginning” and “ending” they may engender.
Awakened by the shadow, the world builds time as a movement between points proving a site of measure becoming ubiquitous that allows for the imputation of motive to the sum of all action—being “on time” sets an anxiety as the foundational ground of all accusation as the kairos (the timely) sets the agenda for praise and blame, heretofore impossible to conceive from the singular, unsegmented hum of the eternal present: its truth-like substance of always, all the time, being the same, without the strife of difference—tranquil.
It took me ten minutes to write this. Time well spent. Don’t you agree?
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