I went off on quite a rant yesterday! Did I scare anyone away? No one comes here anyway. Or do they?
Do you waken to soft music or do you have an alarm? Mine sounds like a Claxton. Go figure!
Did the song inspire the rant or did the rant precede the memory of the song?
Does birth precede death or is it the other way around? Sounds easy, doesn’t it?
How can all things not be exactly as they are?
Can you change now? And how?
If things were not exactly as they are, how would they be?
When I told a friend that I rarely had my TV on he exclaimed, “How do you get the news?” Hmmm?
The news is how things were? How long before news becomes history? The news is what’s not anymore?
People tell me that things always come in threes. Good and/or bad. We group what’s not anymore in little packages of three and we become astonished by that? Why not little packages of five? Who decided on three?
Can you change the news? And how? We try. Don’t we?
I just woke my mother who thought she had over slept. She wondered how that could have been. Hmm. “That’s news to me.” Can I under sleep? I should have woken up later? Whew?
“No news is good news!” What are we thinking?
We have emotional responses to what’s not anymore. All of them except for fear. We fear what’s not anymore, yet.
Do you get it now? You can’t! You can only get it later after which it won’t be anymore, now, then. But we keep trying. Don’t we?
See?
