Time is a fluid thing. It washes through our cupped palm like water. No matter how we try to hold on to it, it still escapes us a drop at a time. Yet. . . it also sticks like pulled taffy, lengthening when we most want it to snap and sticking greedily to precision when we wish it would last.
I just read one of my favorite author, Mitch Albom's, "The TimeKeeper". This very principle was keenly expressed through the vivid tale of Father Time himself. I doubt I'll ever look at my own hourglass in the same way.
I remember when I was a child, I dreampt that I could stop the world for just one night. What could I do to make a difference? I was fast asleep, but I remember the dream as if it was a Hollywood Academy Award winner with sets, scenery, costumes and special effects that weren't even in existence in the 60's. (I'm dating myself aren't I?) I remember the longing I felt when I realized that I had the power to do anything, change any life, make a difference. With that power, I had the power of flight and of instantly being wherever I wanted to be instantly. Think it and I was there. What did I choose?
Before I tell, let me also qualify that I believe strongly in the constitution. I believe in freedom of choice more powerfully than any other principle I think. I also believe that there are consequences that can't be re-chosen after a choice is made and acted upon. That said, I don't care to have this turn into a discussion on the second amendment. However it was my dearest wish that if I could do anything, I'd remove every type of gun and personal explosive device from the face of the earth. Gather them all up and bundle them up in a sort of fiber bound impenetrable bag and sent it into the atmosphere.
So I was going to apologize. To whom I'm not certain. I don't yet have a large readership, and even if I did at one time, a two year hiatus quite possibly doused it. To myself perhaps? I'm a finisher and leaving something undone is against my better nature. Can a blog even be finished? Of course not, it is open-ended, a continuous flow. . . kinda like life.
So. . .hello, again.