Timelessness. The transcendental condition granted to a phenomenon or an entity. The finest figurative reverence. What is more gratifying than timelessness? That song is truly timeless… what other revelation can be equally powerful? What a timeless quote she gave this morning… what other satisfaction, sneaking only close to the vicinity of timelessness, can ceaselessly dignify us?
But is timelessness really to be granted?
From the very outset one becomes conscious that he has been hurled into the havoc of life, he looks for individuality and originality. Beginning a lifelong search, he curiously craves qualities, as addicts crave cocaine, for they are the fuel to endure the dread and doubts and despair. He may be acknowledged as unworldly exuberant at the corner of youth and insanity. He may be known as ideally intelligent at the crossroad of yawn and career. He may be found enormously patient in the alley of thousand grey hair, passing through the neighbourhood of wrinkles. Feeble and frustrated, he ultimately realizes none is perpetual, but a mere reflection of perpetuity. He passionately persists only to learn that all the qualities for which humans search, all inborn ambitions and anticipated adjectives – inventive, intellectual, pleasant, and prudent – are eventually sour and simple and silent kneeling before timeless, for it ridicules the realm of literals. One may be charming in younger years and not so much towards the end. One may be competent for a decade or two. One may be remembered by a few as a decent devoted parent. Whereas timeless is self-evidently imperishable, crushing the boundaries of life as we know it.
Timeless owns everything and has nothing. It does not follow the rules, but the rhythm. The shape-shifter does not demand, but commands. It encapsulates all residual qualities and is devoid of all. It is all.
There is but a question latched to our minds lingering from eternity. How to be timeless? here we clearly do not think of an ancient elixir, nor we speak of a vampire’s bite or holy writings.
Is collecting all those qualities – the adjectives of life – one after another quintessential? We answer no. The assembly of anemic elements does not equal the mighty whole. It never is an option. Here we proclaim that timelessness is an intrinsic quality that cannot be assigned or granted, but achieved. One cannot be appointed as timeless, for it is the most personal and singular quality of them all. This inward quality cannot be achieved through externalization, but internal experiments.
One – living under the collapsing roof of a modest residence in the city of perfectly planned holidays and puking pedestrians – cannot fully fathom the immensity of the land in which he lives merely by reading about it in the subway, or reluctantly eavesdropping an evaporating break-time conversation, buried in the coffee line of the routines. He must take a deep breath and stand on the ledge of the highest skyscraper to gaze at the horizon, wondering the whirls. This is not a one-day work. It calls for discipline. Similarly, to be timeless, one must practice. Only constant contemplation of time itself could ease us in to the domain of timelessness. To be timeless, one should perhaps accept that he has been and will ever be a frail fragment on the cosmic continuum. Nothing less, nothing more. One must paradoxically assent to be an instant embodiment of time.