Tag: Time
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Permission to Grieve
More and more mornings we start the day looking at memorials for friends who recently passed. I have an uncommon reluctance to share myself in the flow of fond memories and polite heartfelt sympathies. Something in me is already done, nothing more to say, still unwilling to concede a moment of the precious present or…
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That’s SOOOOO 2 minutes ago.
SNAP. One moment you’re hunting ungulates on the plains of Africa, and the next moment you’re hurling a gold terbium superconducting stellar device toward Alpha Centauri with all of mankind aboard in virtual space being run as a simulation in circuitry. It’s just first the one thing, then the other thing… but this history which lasts…
TimeIsArt 