The other night I thought I was going to be late for work. I frantically shuffled from room to room gathering myself together to leave.
‘I’m freaking out…’ I whine.
Doug replies, ‘Time doesn’t exist, free your mind.’
And literally since he said that, time has been at my mercy. I can make five minutes last twenty seconds or four hours. I have freed my mind. My time mind. My time mind has surrendered to the possibility that time will work the way I want it to work, for my purposes, for my comfort and convenience.
Einstein probably realized when he was in high school away from home, with time to think and develop his thoughts, that he would figure out how to teach people that time control is possible. I don’t know, though, if he quite anticipated the depth and breadth of potential that his imagination offered. Those boundless bounds served as a platform for others to reach on their tippy-toes into their own furthest corners of imagined possibility.
Nuclear disaster is terrible for a lot of reasons. The thought that really makes my heart hurt most is that children’s reproductive organs are often mutated, not showing the effects of the disaster until they reproduce. Thus, disaster is replicated through multiple generations.
I pray that we all heal together. We are all family. If the interconnectedness of the world’s economy should teach us anything in the long run, it’s that we are all family. When one of our allies is hit, we all stagger. When one of our enemies is hit, we all mourn collateral damage. Sooner or later, we as people will realize there is no ‘us’ and there is no ‘them,’ there is only ‘we.’
Clearly, we need more time.
