You have fifteen minutes to make something that will last forever. That was the classroom exercise on Wednesday.
The teacher had reminded her students that even the pyramids were crumbling.
Wagner looked at the objects spilled on the classroom floor. There were hammers, brushes, a box of nails, plywood in different dimensions, cans of paint. And fourteen minutes.
Wagner wondered what he could make in those few minutes that would last forever. Forever was a long time.
Perhaps a masterpiece that ended up in a museum. But he wasn’t a famous artist, and he had a strong hunch he never would be. Now thirteen minutes.
Or he could create an artifact to be discovered by an archaeologist in the distant future. But wood rots. Twelve minutes.
Thinking about world history, Wagner realized that in thousands of years museums disappear, too. Eleven minutes.
Like the pyramids, everything in the world eventually crumbles. Ten minutes.
Forever has no end. Nine minutes.
What is forever?
He tried to visualize the immensity of forever.
One moment in forever is almost nothing. It is a drop in the ocean that is the cosmos. An infinitesimal drop, in an infinite ocean that unifies all things. With ripples that expand outward without end. Only five minutes left.
You have fifteen minutes to make something that will last forever. Wagner figured there must be a solution to the problem. His teacher had a purpose. Three minutes.
He looked across the classroom at his teacher, who stood in a corner smiling at her students. Most of the students were busy painting or hammering. Wagner wasn’t. Two minutes.
Wagner saw in his teacher’s eyes that there was a solution. Her eyes turned toward him and she nodded. One minute.
You have fifteen minutes to make something that will last forever. Suddenly Wagner knew the answer.
He walked up to his teacher and reached out his hand with gratitude. They made the connection.
“This is the answer,” he said.