As the earth has begun to tilt back toward the sun, I am attentive to the constant experience of change. It is a good time for me to remember that I am on a planet that is traveling around the sun at the remarkable speed of over 66,000 miles per hour. I am reminded of the way we use time and space to measure and observe change. Measuring speed is a way we attempt to express what appears to be a movement involving time and space.
My whole sense of change is dependent on and involves what I perceive as time and space. I think of a day in units of time invented by humans to measure what appears to be the movement of the sun across the sky. Humans have gone to great length to establish an unchanging basis for time, but still even that basis is constantly changing. It all is relative.
Even the measurement of space is relative, based on a perception that ignores the changing nature of the standard. If I can remove either aspect of change, either time to space, my experience of change vanishes.
Even if I attempt to examine what I experience without any measurement of time , there still is a before and an after. It is also a challenge to direct attention to any experience without evoking a notion of occupancy of space. It is difficult to step away from a world where space and time appear to be a constant. I mostly live in a persistent deception that space and time are a constant, and they are both changing.
There are moments of concentration when the notions of space and time do become uncertain. I sometimes feel I am on the edge of something wonderful and magnificent, the edge of an experience where there is no time and no space. I sometimes enjoy standing on the edge of that unchanging, non-relative reality. It is a distant sense of no change.