Time is nil, but you can never leave . . . . . .

Now as I envision what could be chasing me or eluding me, I consider that Simone Weil discussed a lot about "means."  When looking at some redemption from this fear, consider the words of Weil, “Any attempt to gain this deliverance by means of my own energy would be like the efforts of a cow which pulls at its hobble and so falls onto its knees.  In making it one liberates a certain amount of energy in oneself by a violence which serves to degrade more energy.”  The means is the process of life, the ends is the end of It. One hopes to bring oneself through the process with a lover in tow, but really when traction happens, one is alone.  In loneliness one reaches some destination or infinity.  There is a problem here as well; aren’t infinity and finitude just constructs? Let me stop you and just give you the real answer to that question.  Yes! Realizing that it hurts for folks to hear that their cherished ideas are inventions or tricks the mind plays on itself; just as it thinks that change is really something called “time.”  Yes! Our cherished time is a construct.  And those of us that think mind is all there is, from Ram Dass to Descartes to Einstein and all the others in that good ole boy’s club, it should be remembered just how limited we are in the grand scheme of things.  As Alain Badiou has said in such an aesthetic way, “in its radical alterity to both the multiple form of situations and to the regime of the count-as-one, an alterity which institutes the One of being, torn from the multiple, and nameable exclusively as absolute Other. From the point of view of experience, this path consecrates itself to mystical annihilation,” and it is annihilation itself which we experience as corrupt, sweet "nil.”