I have a thought about time: personal time. Think of this:
Everything that's here started. It has a growth and decay cycle
and dies.
Now I was thinking of this while looking at jars of jelly at the
supermarket a few weeks ago:
Here's two jars of jelly. They have glass. They have labels with
glue underneath. They have inks, a metal lid, and a vacuum
inside. Oh, and jelly and all of its constituents.
Now these jars look identical in every way. We even say there's
"two jars of jelly". But really, they're not. They're entirely
unique.
The glass of each of the jars will disintegrate in its own time,
in its own unique way.
The glue of the labels will give way at different points in
time, because they were glued at slightly different times and
cured slightly differently, banged around differently.
The inks on the label are made of different materials and the
colors will fade (die) at different rates, both on the same jar
and on each of them.
They will lose their vacuum seals at different times and the
jelly inside, which is a cooked bunch of things like sugar,
fruit syrup, food colorings, will each change form in THEIR OWN
times.
In short, there's not two jars. That's just a lie of convenience
for human's sake.
Rather, there are two unique objects, each with unique time
lines, containing many parts each with THEIR own time lines.
