The Robin Hood of time, Hermes returns time back to the poor; those people that have been robbed of their place in the cycles of sun and moon. The ones that have had time stolen from them and are left with only the thin time. You can hardly make a soup out of this kind. He’s a philanthropist thief. The worst of them are the ones that rob us of the fullness of our existence. So many values are tied into the idea of time that we sometimes cannot even survive our own way of reckoning. What a shame. What a damn shame.
I sometimes think of Hermes, that quicksilver being, as someone that has eluded the whole issue. The time he steals allows us to close the gap between our true but divided selves. With his help we can understand the multiple worlds we live in and bring them together in the context of our being, the interlocking triangles of our skin. It’s almost as if when we listen to the many voices of our divided selves we can also elude time. Eluding time is not living as an alien or reject on the outside. It’s belonging in a non-linear way.
Time is one of the catalyst wounds evoking what we know as sacredness from within. Sometimes we receive this like a vaccination to make living in the world possible. But it prevents the deepening of our experience as much as it blocks the disease it tries to save us from, time the destroyer.
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