It occurs to me that perhaps a blog is a gathering of thoughtful, creative people who love to write and consider the world at large. What is going on? How do we live?
Perhaps the conventional wisdom is that the blog creator is the source—of content, of structure, of direction, of wisdom. I’m not sure I agree. I’ve read your stuff. In awe! Is it all good? Well no, but that’s not the point. The point is that here, at times, you post things that take my/our breath away. Some times, you find your power and post it here.
With that in mind, I have been wondering about the issue of time. How can we tame it? How do we make it do our bidding? I, like other humans for some centuries past, have created this concept of measuring units so I can get a grasp of ideas such as past, present, future, and also our ability to master time, to own it, to use it to our own advantage. But that bastard, time, is elusive! He won’t heel. He won’t stretch when I need him to stretch. He won’t wallow, when I need space. He even grabbed a gender without my noticing!
Oh me. Oh us! Please think about and share your time with me.