Cycles & Time

There is a clock on your wall and a calendar on your phone, and between them they have convinced you of something untrue: that time is a straight line. A flat road running from birth to death, marked off in identical units, every hour the same shape as the last, every day asking the same thing of you. Show up. Produce. Repeat. The line never bends. It never rests. It just keeps going, and you keep going with it, until you can't. I want to offer you a different picture, and it isn't a new one. It's the oldest one there is. Time isn't a line. Time is a wheel. It turns, and what it brings around is not more of the same but a sequence — phases, …