Monday, November 25, 2019

Mid-Autumn, 2012


Histories combine
Into a fenceline.
In the anatomy
Of the future,
Time is a nerve 
Through which
The universe
Experiences itself.

15 comments:

  1. Will go away for awhile, friend Geo. I noticed, you prolly don't follow my blog anymore. Oh well, nothing is for certain in life, only change is for certain :) In any case, wishing you and your loved ones a very Merry XMAS and a very Happy and Healthy 2020. Love, cat.

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    1. Thank you dear Cat. I regret having been remiss, but as I commented on your blog: It's been a rough and busy year here, but I'm getting better and looking forward to the pleasure of your renewed company.

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  2. Wow, I had never thought about history and time in that way. It kind of paints a picture of something so illusive to our eyes.
    Hugs, Julia

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    1. Thanks, Julia! The evolution of minds and the senses that inform them has always fascinated me --suggesting a universe of tremendous operations wants witness to itself.

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  3. Oh, I love that analogy of time being the nerve of the universe, Geo.! Excellent.

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    1. 0_Jenny, in this infinite universe, all possibilities are assembled, even those that are mutually exclusive. Time is what cautiously keeps them apart --like the works in our bodies, like nerves in concert and sequence.

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  4. Perfect combination.

    Check out this on my site: Time is the fire in which we burn from Star Trek: Generations.

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    1. Perceptive Susan, we do indeed reflect the wild, gravity-fed fires of stars in the measured combustion of our metabolisms.

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    1. Thanks,Rick. You encourage me.

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    2. I'm sorry you haven't been well. Why don't you treat yourself to a free trip to Portugal on my latest blogpost. I've posted scenes from my cozy mystery with teasers. Elizabeth http://elizabethvaradansfourthwish.blogspot.com/2019/12/before-spain-lets-go-to-portugal-heres.html

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    3. Dear Elizabeth, just returned from your excellent site and am much intrigued by the mystery. My family came from Portugal in the 1850s and have almost adjusted to American life.

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  6. Have missed seeing your words on Trainride of the Enigmas
    blog so followed through to your Workshop and Gardening blogs to make the connection. First, I hope you are feeling well. Secondly I need to adjust something so that I get notices of your posts on this and the other site. I think I have an 'intermittent" problem to decipher.
    Had been missing your wit and intellect and was happy to see your more recent posts here and there. Wishing you peace and vitality.

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    1. Dear Tom, thanks for hunting up my poetry blogs. I have been remiss in "Trainride..." postings and have tried to keep fairly current on "...Workshop" and "Gardening with..." My own illness slowed me down, but more than that, there are 2 people in our extended family who have had to go to care homes in the past few months and we've been arranging a trust fund to equal demands of their caducity. I'm determined to get back to writing silly essays --they help me cope with all of it.
      All I know of following my 2 other blogs (without GFC) is to copy and paste their addresses in your site's blogroll --hit "Layout" to find where to make adjustments. Thanks and best wishes to you.

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  7. I envy your poetry skill. I have none.

    PipeTobacco

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