Time has always eluded me. There never seems to be enough of it. The elastic nature of time, the quality that makes it pass more slowly in the dentist’s waiting room than it does at the pub has worked against me.

I have heard it said that if you want something done then you should ask a busy person. Bollocks! It just goes to the bottom of the To-Do List and you can only hope that it will make it near the top in a timely fashion. Finding the time to do everything on my schedule is a continual challenge that involves prioritizing the things that I will juggle at any given time. This ongoing arm wrestling with old Chronos often inspires me to think about how I want to spend what time I have.

When I was a schoolboy my English Masters took great delight in pounding an appreciation for the classical works in that language into my brain. Apparently that was time well spent and some of it stuck as my musings on the regular passing of the days led me to remember old Macbeth. Late in the play, as his plans are turning to shit he ponders the path that brought him to such straits, leading him one day at a time to his inevitable doom:

“She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.”  -Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5)

Macbeth- Orson Welles

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Granted, old King M. wasn’t really in his happy place when he made these observations but he still makes a valid point- in the end it all amounts to the same thing. For all of the fuss that we make over time we can’t change the way that its relentless forward march towards an unreachable future makes us sacrifice the moment that we live in for the one that we want to have somewhere down the line.

Late in 2011 I wrote a short essay called ‘Time‘ in which I contemplated the number of days since this mortal incarnation began and, last night as my neighbors fired off their illegal fireworks to mark the beginning of 2013 I took a furtive look at the counter that counts the days of our lives. To my surprise I discovered that 31 December 2012 was my 18,000th day on the planet (at least this time). There’s something about big round numbers that gives us pause for thought and encourages us to use them as milestones that mark our incremental progress towards our goals. It also made me wonder at how many times I had been fooled by Tomorrow into forgetting to live today.

The celebration of New Year’s Day on 1 January is a Roman custom that dates to the days of the Old Republic so people have been making unkeepable resolutions to spend the time that remained to them more productively for a very long time now. As the advancing years have imparted some small glimmers of the wisdom of self knowledge I have become just smart enough not to pledge myself to any unrealistic schemes for rehabilitating my behavior. I won’t be giving up Marlboros or taking up a vegetarian diet in some misguided effort to ‘turn over a new leaf’ in the coming year but I can try to spend more time in the now and less in the future.

Sydney Fireworks 2012 smh

Legal Fireworks

Like the old god Janus I find that I do tend to look back at where I have been in an effort to see where I am going as the calendar ticks over yet another year. 2012 was a good year for me and I managed to spend a lot of my time very productively. The path ahead, at least as far as I can see, even looks promising. With any sort of luck I may even find the time to appreciate the moment that I have more rather than plotting on the moments to come.


About dgmattichakjr

D G Mattichak jr was born in 1963 in Syracuse New York and immigrated to Melbourne Australia with his family in 1972. He was educated in one of Melbourne’s exclusive private schools before studying art at Preston Technical College. D G Mattichak jr has been a student of the occult arts since the early 1980s and has become well known in Australian magickal circles and, in recent years, around the world due to a string of essays on a variety of occult subjects . He discovered the “key to the order & value of the English alphabet” from Aleister Crowley’s Book of the Law in 1983 and has since used this English Qabalah to unlock the secrets of Thelemite magick. Success in these methods admitted him to the highest levels of attainment in various Hermetic disciplines and until recently he has been passing on his knowledge to private students, many of whom have gone on to become notable occultists in their own right. After almost three decades of study and development D G Mattichak jr has finally been able to distil his knowledge of magick and Thelema into a book- A Comment on the Verses of the Book of the Law, the first in a planned series of books on Hermeticism and Thelemite magick, revealing, for the first time in over a century, the secrets of magick that have been hidden in Crowley’s magnum opus, the Book of the Law. D G Mattichak jr currently lives in Melbourne Australia with his artist wife Michelle and their two cats. He has had a long career as an al a carte chef in Melbourne’s vibrant hospitality scene and now spends his time writing blogs on cooking, writing and, in the guise of Master Ankh af na Khonsu, about magick. He is also one of the founding members of the Mt Franklin Annual Pagan Gathering and regularly contributes to its official website as both an administrator and as an author. D G Mattichak jr’s first book Loot was released in 2009. His books are available through at G Mattichak&x=13&y=20 .
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One Response to Tomorrow

  1. Hi David, I was so tired that I actually – for th e first time – issed the big ball drop! I am just now waking up and haveing some of my daily ritualistic COFFEE!!!!I read you blog and inspite of still sleepy fingers – I had to write to let you know how much I enjoyed reading your words. Until Later, Happy 2013, Beverly

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