More time is not more eternity. — Juan Ramón Jiménez
What if someone or something exists only for a short interval of time? Would you be able to love them? Derek Walcott, in his essay The Antilles: Fragments of Epic Memory, says that while many
Love requires time to develop. Love is the only sacred emotion left
[Love ennobles the profane and elevates it to the sacred.]
If love requires time to develop, it is also true that time is a test of love. For if you love someone or a place, you will continue to love them even after they are long gone. In this world shrouded in the
Borrowing from Milan Kundera one can say,
But the other time, physical time, the first eternity, leaves behind those you loved (and still love) and lost. It leaves them behind even when governments erect statues and proclaim holidays in their memory. For the fanfare of celebration of the beloved is but the loudest forgetting of all. It is the loss of the individual under the tombstone of a symbol.
But love is a different kind of time. It is the personal time that contradicts the loud utterances of the fake love that Time proclaims.
Love is the secret and personal time in which perdures the true nature of things.