Tempus Fugit...

04/28/2009

I just noticed my last post was almost two weeks ago.  Tempus Fugit, the Latin for “time flees” but more commonly translated as “time flies,” does exactly that. 

Funny, when you think of it, but there really is no “time.” Time is an invention of mankind.  There is no time in nature, there just is.  We humans like to discuss the future, and what is to be, and then we dwell in the past of what was.  Both what is to be and what was is totally irrelevant to what is.  Make sense!  Bottom line, dwell only on what is now, and that is where tempus fugit because the now is ever changing, and that leaves my head spinning.

I am now in Charleston, West Virginia at a conference.  The now finds me in my room writing BS to put on this website now so you all don’t feel as if I have forgotten you.  It is a gorgeous day here; the best day ever.  The sun is bright and the sky is full of fluffy, white clouds, meandering across it.  The Nancy is in a meeting, and God only knows where the housekeeper has been all day – this room is a mess.

The Nancy and I are reminiscing about how we first met here in this hotel in 1989, though we did not become an item until 1993.  Here I go, being in the now and living in the past.  Old habits are very hard to break.

And that is all I have to say about that…