Monday, August 29, 2016

or eternity

Coffee black and intense dark chocolate to stir mindfulness. Pitch black dark at 7H, but Darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day; darkness and light to you are both alike. 

Stars out, that geostationary satellite, in the blackness the sky seems clear but for lightning flashing somewhere. 78° 91% and the cute little weather symbol for today is a raincloud. TDNine 35 mph movement west at 9 mph, to turn north, around NE,

become TSSumpmNother by 2 AM Tuesday, curve up through Apalachee Bay, across to Jacksonville and out to sea.

It isn’t Time that heals, there isn’t enough time for that —Time catches up with but doesn't heal -- despite "old Father Time, who was once a King in Overland. Now he has sunk down into the Deep Realm and lies dreaming of all the things that are done in the upper world. … They say he will wake at the end of the world.” 

While he lay dreaming his name was Time, but now that he is awake he will have a new name. 

I don’t know what to make of that. Perhaps Time will tell. Or Eternity. Or Aslan.


Psalm 139, psalmist speaking to Adonai

Narnia: The Silver Chair, Mullugutherum speaking, then Aslan, to the travelers

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