THE KEEPER
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The Keeper

Time is the keeper of us all.  You come into time and you go out of time.  Your actions in time compose the world to your form, composing something by decomposing other things, just as your body is composed and decomposes.  Your composition and decomposition creates meaning for you, yet these dramas of humanity are meaningless to time.  Time does not care about you, but it will always be there for you. 

Time gives you the platform for human action but does not give consideration to the laws of right and wrong, to good behavior vs. bad behavior, that is your job within time.  According to time all behavior has an equal standing, the laws of ‘can’ or ‘can’t’ are all that apply.  Time is the equalizer where any action that can take place will.  The actions that happen are the only actions that could have happened, and time goes on. 

Time is the changer, the method by which materials transform.  We are stardust in action.  We call this ever changing- ‘Time’, and in naming time we organize it by language into a keeper.  Time keeps your body and all bodies within its substance.  You rise into time, you fall out of time, you witness others falling into time and falling out of time. Time is what you believe in, what you have faith in, a belief without doubt, a belief beyond the consideration of belief. 

You don’t question your belief in time, you only have faith that it will continue, that you will continue in it until you don’t.  You don’t even consider that time won’t continue, you believe that it will, and will continue long after you are gone.  You believe that this moment will be another moment, and that another moment will happen after that and a moment after that, point in time to another point in time.  Time to time to time to time, everything is a clock. 

This body, your body, my body, knows time by times making, and everything we know is by a body or marked by a body, whether the body be the marks of math or language, a sign post to a force, you live by your body and you are only a body, you are only the functioning of your form.  Materials arrive at this moment, and time will exchange them. 

Time is the reason you have logic, the reason you have stories, to have the chance for a second look, to remember, to have hindsight, to think at all, time, time is the fabric of human life, human understanding.  And it’s dramatic because you can’t hold onto time!  Rather its magnitude controls you, it has power beyond you, it keeps you in its force.   Its property was here before you showed up to witness it and its property will continue after you depart.  We are the dancers in times arena.  We are clocks that mark time. 

In your lifetime, by the clock of your bodies rise and fall, you will go to sleep to conserve your energy as the earth turns you away from the battery of the sun, and you will rise again when the earth tilts you back to receive its remarkable energy, its constant source.  This light from the sun is eight earth minutes old, it beams its past sun at you in the day, and reflects it off the moon at you at night.  You understand it by the rise and fall of your body into waking and sleeping, 365 times before the Earth returns to the arbitrary spot in space humans have marked as the beginning, the arbitrary location, where every year humans worship that moment as a new count, a new start, a new ordering by the system we all agree upon, the worship we apply to hours. 

We walk together in time.  The unifying equality of time, your time is my time, and my time is your time and we live in this shared time.  You live in time, you say ‘in time’, as though inside of time, as though time were a vessel containing you.  You think of time as bigger than your body, thus you are in time, that which is keeping you, time and space are what you are in, they are the keepers.  You are a body that experiences time by the changes in materials, by the distance and movement known in time.  Your body considers time by space, such as a point in time, as though time were somehow only capable of measurement in terms of the bodies relationship to space.

You can only understand time through your body.  It is the sensation of things passing, moving, going along.  The body has to register change, and it does.  And your time Earth time, and it is made by your moving along, your velocity, your speed created by the gravitational pull of the sun.  You say that the sun rises and falls in the sky when you know that the sun is brought into your view by the Earth spinning east to west.  You say that time is constant when you know that time is relative to speed, that you change time with your speed and that your time is in a relationship to our moving around the sun.  You have faith that the gravitational pull around our sun will stay constant, constant according the lifespan of your human body. 

You are the keeper of our keeper.  You exchange your hours to come for hours of your experience, your ego formation, your identity.  Sure our speeds change thus changing time if only in a minor way, but we share this one commodity with its basic equality, no mater where you are, what the landscape is like, however well suited you are with the needed materials for our basic survival or how much money you have, it is the one commodity of equality, our most basic human right, time. 

At the end of the day, so to speak, no one knows how much time they truly have, not even you.  You don’t know how much you have to make and unmake what has been into what will become, the scope of your effect, the scope of your doings to reach the doings of others and thus to slant what is to come.  You spend today endlessly for a better tomorrow until your death.  The ticking of time is your dooms day just as it was your birthday.  All fear, all anxiety is born out of the knowledge of time and your body- that one day your clock will stop, and you won’t be there to see it, or see anything from then on.  In 100 years everyone you know will be gone, and this moment will be long forgotten, it will have had its time, and passed. 

This moment is just for us and it lives only for us, the ‘us’ of this moment.  You can’t keep time, or stop time, you just witness, time is out of your control.  Time keeps you, you do not keep time, you mark time, you create the deity of the clock that you pray to every time you agree that noon is noon.  Before the clock there was the sun and the moon, the seasons.  The clock is the bible of the sun.  The clock is liturgical, it is an extension of our rising and falling, of us slanting towards the sun and spinning away.  The seasons of the crops, the seasons of human life, everything is a clock.

The time is now-

Camera: Ian Turner
Performers: Ariel Abrahams, Tyler Alterman, Crichton Atkinson, Olimpia Dior
Writter, Director, Producer: Crichton Atkinson