by: Brooke Allen
Peter Pichler of Stockholm is one of the wisest, most productive, rational, scientifically trained, and humane people I know. He is also one of the best computer programmers around. When I’m in Sweden I seek him out the way a novice seeks a sensei.
One time he told me that when he is stumped he consults the I Ching. I was flabbergasted, and asked, “How can you believe in such mystical rubbish?”
“I don’t believe it has power of divination.” he said, “I do it because it works. It helps me start thinking differently when I’m in a rut.”
One evening, while waiting for a bus, I complemented him on how much he is able to accomplish and yet he always seems to have time for me.
He said, “No problem. Time is infinite.”
I said, “How can that be. I feel like time is running out.”
He said, “Believe time is infinite and you will see that it is.”
The bus came and I said, “I have to go.”
He said, “Or you could take the next bus.”
I wrote and asked if he believed that time was infinite because he thinks there is an afterlife. He responded, “That seems unlikely.”
I began believing that time is infinite and, behold, it is.
There is enough time for everyone and everything that is important – until there isn’t; which turns out to be exactly the right amount of time – no more or no less.