If I gone this route before I’m sorry, but sitting at Pearson Airport today I tried to analyze why I have learned to dislike travelling so much. Or at least travelling by airplane. The issue is clearly the inexorable, unrelenting, merciless, ticking of the clock. Each of us is given only so much time on this earth and as every minute of it passes we will never have it back again. I’m sure it’s because I feel mortal now whereas a few years ago I never gave it much thought. Perhaps part of it is that I’m a little obsessed with being busy all the time but that’s not all of it. I know this from our recent trip out west. For me, time spent with my loved ones is acceptable idle time. I guess you could say it’s time well wasted, while time alone in an airport is just time wasted!
That’s it for today except for these few loose ends…
1)Roo, I think you’re wrong! You weren’t there and I’m pretty sure I seen a man with no legs! Or is that a man without no legs? Arrrh Arrrh!
2) Cory, I know you were having fun and I didn’t take any offense. But who cares anyway?
3) Elly, I think you’ve been too long out of the trade, or too long away from a condom. I’m pretty sure that they have heat activated shrink wrap ones now. Cory?
“We all run on two clocks. One is the outside clock, which ticks away our decades and brings us ceaselessly to the dry season. The other is the inside clock, where you are your own timekeeper and determine your own chronology, your own internal weather and your own rate of living. Sometimes the inner clock runs itself out long before the outer one, and you see a dead man going through the motions of living."---Max Lerner
"They took away time, and they gave us the clock."--- Abdullah Ibrahim
love
peter
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