06/01/2026
Thought provoking
The Axis Of Time
by Ron C. Nischwitz Sr.
5-31-26
Time and death are the two great mysteries that accompany every human life...
Silent...
impartial...
and unstoppable...
they stand like invisible columns supporting the vast temple of our existence...
Masonry teaches that life is a continual building...
each day a stone...
each choice a tool...
each act a mark upon the inner temple...
Yet time is the unseen chisel shaping us...
and death the doorway through which every traveler must one day pass...
The ancient builders aligned their temples with the Sun...
knowing that time was not merely hours...
but a sacred rhythm revealing the order of the universe...
Sunrise spoke of beginnings...
sunset whispered of endings...
Thus the whole day became a lesson in our own journey...
In the Lodge...
the path from West to East mirrors this truth...
We enter from the shadows of unknowing...
and move toward the Light...
yet with each step of enlightenment...
we also draw nearer to the moment when our Earthly labor ends...
To the uninitiated...
death appears as a tragedy...
To the Mason...
it is a transition...
a threshold rather than a wall...
The true fear is not dying...
but reaching the end without ever discovering who we were meant to become...
Every blow upon the rough stone reminds us that time is limited...
Every meeting held is a page turned in the book of our days...
Every Brother who journeys to the Eternal East leaves behind a silent teaching...
the clock never stops...
If we knew how much time remained...
would we live differently...
Most would...
For humanity often lives as though immortal...
postponing dreams...
delaying purpose...
squandering hours that will never return...
Yet death walks beside us from the moment of birth...
not as an enemy...
but as a teacher...
The ancient symbol of the skull is not meant to terrify...
but to awaken...
It whispers that our names will one day fade...
our footsteps vanish...
our possessions pass to others...
What remains...
Not wealth...
Not titles...
Not ambition...
Only the work we leave in the hearts of others...
and the refinement of our own inner stone...
Thus the wise understand...
death is not found at the end of the road...
it accompanies every step...
And time...
far from being an adversary...
is the sacred instrument that prepares us for that final passage...
The true initiate neither resists time nor fears death...
He walks between them...
knowing that every moment is a tool...
every day an unrepeatable chance to draw nearer to the Light...
For when the Great Architect calls us to account...
the question will not be how long we lived...
but what we built with the time we were given...
And perhaps...
in that final moment...
we will discover that death is not the end of the axis of time...
but the beginning of a greater journey...
a path stretching toward the stars...
and the eternal mysteries of the Infinite East.