FollowMaturation, growth, learned response, trial (trail too) and error, experience, advanced degrees, graduation and the ‘Pomp and Circumstance’ march (a nephew’s college graduation in this huge stadium didn’t play the march and I’m still devastated); all aforementioned words mean getting older (I never say old; what a ridiculous word. Mountains in Sedona, red and wise, have been around hundreds of millions of years. Perhaps that’s old) If universe time really means nothing(inconsequential), then is our design off a bit; that switch kick starts after our first high cholesterol meal?(breast milk) On the positive side of morning thought, I’ve got a handle. Air is thin; snow on peaks, no birds or planes with a white fluffy tail and my vaporous breath. I am alone in thought. Is this selflessness or selfishness?
I spoke to a friend on Facebook this morning (funny he’s 21, and I have no idea how, why and where. But we are.) He admitted something profound to me (I need to save his words. He knows everything at 21 until one morning he woke up and realized that he knew nothing and asked my advice) Bitter air on the mountain top slaps my face. I think about knowing everything. A 21 year old asked me advice. Time is no longer infinite. When I was 21, I had all the time in the world, according to one of my favorite characters, innocent Philby, from ‘The Time Machine.’ With whatever time left, don’t you want to spend it with people who care, are real, with no mendacity. “Free at last” reverberates. As I make a right hand turn down a one-way street, seeing the narrow black and white sign, I realize that with my age, I never want to make a turn down a one-way street again; a ‘for the rest of your life’ navigational decision sealed on the mountain top. And I get chance to be alone on certain holidays. And this theme means a lot to me. Perseveration city. Now rest.