We are told by those so much wiser than us, that all time exists in every moment. Rather like a tangled ball of string, we can at any moment (theoretically) jump across from one part of the thread to another. It seems we can leap into the past or the future, with no apparent difficulty at all. It is just in our minds that we believe it to be impossible.
There is plenty of circumstantial evidence for the passing of time however. Our faces in the mirror, grass growing in the garden, paint fading on the walls.. but direct evidence? I wonder if there is very much at all.
Today has been a big day for my autistic 19 year old daughter, and indirectly also for me.
After more than 17 years, she has met with her father. Entirely at her own volition - she organised and arranged it herself. I went along simply as the driver, and as it turned out it was just as well, because she would never have recognised him.
I knew him, even without seeing his face.
Time has impacted on his appearance, as it does on us all, and he is no longer recognisable from the old photographs she has looked at so many times - but I knew him.
And something in her knew him too - in a heartbeat. She got out of the car, walked over and embraced him straight away. The emotion on his face brought me to the very same place, and I was glad in my heart that this meeting had come to pass. They were reunited, and no time - no real time - had ever separated them.
For too long I held onto animosity. For too long I wanted him to be someone he could never be. I couldn't forgive and I couldn't let go, and over the years it ate into my very being. I couldn't make an effort to build a bridge between us, and so it never came into being. It took the courage and love of an autistic child to change all that.
In the end, you can make a choice, and once taken that choice can mean transformation. It can mean the end of pain and suffering and the start of seeing the world and all sentient beings in a new light. Or you can never make it, and stay in the dark.
I have spent many, many years on self-improvement, psychology and spiritual growth, and today I had a real chance to gauge how far I've come.
Time is nothing at all. Despite appearances, the energy of another life is just the same... No time, as such, has passed. When I saw my daughter's Dad for the first time in nearly two decades, I realised I still love him - I may not like him , or understand him or ever want to be in his life, but I do love him.
Time, as we understand it, has a purpose. And I believe that purpose is to give us the chance to forgive - ourselves and everyone else.