“I’ve got all the money I’ll ever need if I die by four o’clock.” -Henny Youngman
Today, we are laughing with the gods at a finite metaphor’s cuckoo relationship to wealth, to love, and to life (not to say money, sex, and death). The finite metaphor is an invention of the human imagination: a metering device known as the clock.
“They took away time, and they gave us the clock.” –Abdullah Ibrahim
Once you get an inkling of what time itself is made of, its finite metaphors become seriously funny.
“Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.” –Douglas Adams
Time…as meted out by clocks, calendars, birthday cards, sympathy cards…is a seriously limited metaphor of life, the universe, et al. Did you know you have the power to trade it in for an infinite one?
“The power of imagination makes us infinite.” –John Muir
Just because it seems irrational to believe the passing of time in finite increments, from the Big Bang to the Sweet By and By, is powered by imagination, is no reason to consider an infinite metaphor unscientific.
“The laws of science do not distinguish between the past and future.” –Stephen Hawking
Imagine how much happier your life story could turn out, without the distinction between Once Upon a Time and That’s All She Wrote.
“Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.” –Mark Twain
But wait! Humans have a power that is mightier than the clock and all of its cuckoo relatives combined. Our mind – the seat of imagination and everything that it creates in this world – permits us to be born at any age we choose, and gradually, or instantly, approach any age we choose, at the stroke of a pen.
“You are always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.” –Richard Bach
Can you imagine your life story unfolding without a finite metaphor ever putting the kibosh on your happiness? If so, you can grant yourself a reprieve from the life sentence that cuckoo metaphor writes, by writing your own funny story.
The sinister specter in a moldy black cloak is standing trial for mowing down all the people who ever lived, forever depriving them of wealth, love, and life; which, for the average mowee, was happiness. The judge instructs the foreman to read the jury’s verdict to the court. The foreman reads, “We find the defendant not guilty by reason of temporary insanity.”
Seriously, the power of imagination is mightier than finite metaphors, and the pen mightier than the scythe. It’s your life story…use the power to write a seriously funny one, and join us in laughing with the gods at Father Time and all of its cuckoo relatives.
“A story should have a beginning, a middle and an end, but not necessarily in that order.” –Jean-Luc Godard