god, are you a cloud small vaporous wonder lightly drifting thought encircling forever the globe constant mass changing volume condensing rain release as you rise climbing mountains filling streams taming valleys canyons the great abyss how do you make deserts if not by uprooting trees making space for most impossible life the rich biosphere that lives underneath my toes are you an ant carrying crystals of salt the miracle of life amidst a dry ocean sand or the unthinkable porous magma ocean under land
We’ve just had Daylight Savings Time and I’m thinking about just that (time) as I watch “Through the Wormhole with Morgan Freeman.” I love Morgan Freeman and I want to be him and do what he does: embody curiosity and wonder – for both are what make us young, wise, and humble. Ponder this: a clock does not change time, but measures it. We may use a clock to help us understand time but only by how we notice the clock changing over time. But we can also rely on our sense of timing and time by the way we feel the difference of things: the passage of subtle, slow-moving yet powerful micro/macro-scopic change. We feel the moments no less than the minutes. Maybe all we feel are the moments…and the minutes are simply a collection of rain drops to say it has rained 3,805,118,976,114,123,446 drops in this moment, but say nothing of the 5 million flowers bloomed. Time is our sense of order in a free and random chaos that is life in the universe. Our higher order thought amidst the lower order playing field. And our game of fun is to forget we know any better.