An empty day without events.
And that is why
it grew immense
as space. And suddenly
happiness of being
in my heartbeat
the birth of time
and each instant of life
one after the other
came rushing in
like priceless gifts.
Gathering scraps, I pieced together many minuscule bits, arranging, adding, gluing, and tearing apart.
The tiny bits blended with one another, beginning a new whole; a thing, a composition, a space in time born of smallness and insignificant scraps of paper. A picture of my time.
Time is the music of our being.
It is to us what water is to fish.
~ Jessica Julian
In this world, there are two times.
There is mechanical time and there is body time.
The first is as rigid and metallic as a
massive pendulum of iron that swings
back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
The second squirms and wriggles like a bluefish in a bay.
The first is unyielding, predetermined.
The second makes up its mind as it goes along.
~ Alan Lightman
one moment, one chance
She had always felt
that the essence of human experience
lay not primarily in the peak experiences,
the wedding days and triumphs
which stood out in the memory like dates
circled in red on old calendars,
but, rather, in the unself-conscious
flow of little things--the weekend afternoon
with each member of the family
engaged in his or her own pursuit,
their crossings and connections casual,
dialogues imminently forgettable,
but the sum of such hours creating a synergy
which was important and eternal.
~ Dan Simmons
Happy New Year my friends.
May 2012 bring us all
ample creative bluefish times.