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“Time,” he said, “really isn’t time.”
“You see, there is no such thing as time. Time is a notion that man, in all his infinite wisdom, invented to keep track of his world. Have to be at the office by 7:00. Dinner by 12:00. Home by 5:00. How else is man going to know what to do and where to go without time?”
“But time means nothing to the universe. The universe doesn’t need to get to the office or dinner or home. The universe is present and past and future all at once.”
“It is man’s time that distinguishes between present, past and future. How are we to know when our flight arrives in Hong Kong if we don’t have time? How do we tick each minute off waiting for a loved one to call?”
“Time is elastic. Going to Grandmother’s house takes forever. Going home seems to take no time at all. The distance is the same. The only difference is our perception of time, something that doesn’t really exist except as space-time, a single point in the universe that is past and present and future all at once.”
The building looked like a castle from the very first moment he looked up, up, up.
“Do kings and queens live here?”
“I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
“Don’t they live in castles?”
A pause which meant she was getting tired of questions.
“All the Kings and Queens are dead.”
“Because they all died in battles with swords and spears… and old age.”
“But why would they die of old age in a battle?”
He looked up, up, up. A castle. Kings and Queens.
Was that a face in a window?
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Most people who know me seem to think I am this calm, controlled, non-cussing, person. I can be that most of the time, but there are times when I’m not. I do, however, try to be out of control, angry, and a speaker of bad words when I am alone.
One time when I worked at the hospital, a PCA called on the Intercom to yell at me for paging her when she was in another room. Problem was, from the front desk, I could not see the ends of the hall so there was no way to know if she was in a patient’s room or not. I told her, rather forcefully, that if I could not see where she was, how was I supposed to know if she was in a patient room or not?
When I hung up and turned around, everybody at the nurse’s desk was looking at me like ‘did you just yell?’
No, I didn’t yell, I just raised my voice slightly to be heard over her ranting, but nobody expected that of me.
Not sure how I got the matronly mom label.
In my writing, I write ‘sex’ scene when needed and have had people read my work and then say ‘I’m not the person they thought I was.”
It is what it is. I am what I am. Those people who really know me know what a little (calm) hellion I can be!