Never-Ending Now
excerpt from my story collection Chiang Ti Tales
Long ago, before man made books to talk across centuries, a young man, Chiang Ti, left his village in the valley and went up to the mountains. With all the comings and goings in the village in the valley, no one had time to think beyond the next harvest. But Chiang Ti needed to know why the sun rose, and why the grass grew, and why men lived and grew and died. So he went up, close to the sky and the stars and the sun, up to the mountains.
The following spring, Chiang Ti returned to the village with an answer. “A human life has no beginning and no end,” he said. “The time of the sun and the stars is not the time of man. His mind has a time of its own.
“An hour’s sleep is but a moment. And the second before a race begins can seem to last for hours. Imagine a condemned man on the scaffold with the rope around his neck. To him, how long does that moment last? What thoughts run through his mind? One minute to live, half a minute, a quarter, an eighth… And what minute, half minute, quarter, eighth… did you begin to be? The promise of eternal life was in the endless moment of conception. It’s fulfillment is in the endless moment of death.
“What need is there for laws, judges, prisons? The final judgment, hell, and paradise are within you. Just remind people of the horrors or pleasures that could await them in that last endless moment, and there will be no more crime. All will live in peace and love.”
But the doctor said, “Many people die in their sleep, unaware that death is approaching. Does your theory apply in that case? Or do those people simply die, with no heaven and no hell?”
Chiang Ti suffered a century of frustration. A moment later, he turned and walked back to the mountains to look within himself for other answers.
