When you have the privilege and heartache of accompanying someone to the door of passage, time is something else entirely. It's a universe - it's endless, it's infinite, its all around.
Time as guide and ally – a portal into endless eternity.
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There’s a sense that the person you love is made of time and is being returned to another time - an infinite time. The realization of what this vessel that each of us is, becomes all prevalent.
Through the years that came to pass, this building a life is a way to pay tribute. The people, the histories that accumulate - merging, coming together and breaking apart.
These diverse scales of time that we carry - the way that it is elastic and flexible. Time lengthens and folds - away from or in on itself.
The way a mere moment can seem to encapsulate more than we can ever face. In some ways as life unfolds, there is some consolation from each person passing through.
In conversation, you have a few moments or a few hours or even years. They are in all these pieces of something that fits together.
A wholeness that is just a glimpse of another completion.
Time and space don't necessarily bend or change - it's just as vast. We are always moving through it and it is always moving through us.
It meant a lot to me to be able to spend so many years just thinking about the way we hold things and place them in context among other things
Then again within other things and on to other things.
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