Time

Day seems to begin with the weather - - which looking west beyond Thomas Drive, PCB this early dark-thirty morning seems totally dark overcast, mild and muggy on the Florida Gulf Coast where Every Day Is A Beautiful Day. 

Then it gets to food, doesn't it. Some mornings I like a snack with my mug of hot & black. Topmost Favorite is liver pate on one of those new whole grain saltine crackers, this morning the same cracker with guacamole from those little two-ounce single-serves. If I'd been sticking to two-ounce servings of everything all my life, Time might have been stretched out a bit longer, eh? But as it is, Life Is Good and wishing you long years.

If we let it happen, and I have done, modern technology ensnares us, doesn't it, takes the place of people, supplants relationships and the exercise of mind and body. Someone once accused me of being a "voracious reader" and maybe so, but that was before the Internet. Yesterday though, instead of being online all day, I'm into Pitts' new book on Ukraine, which is so readable that I'm thinking Xmas gifts for inquiring folk I know. 

Pitts does dig into Putin. And how does humanity rid itself of a narcissistic little despot POS, seemingly there's no way that does not necessitate violence and death, and it's always done way too late so that it's catastrophic for too many people, instead of what Barney Fife called "nip it - - nip it in the bud." 

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In this extreme old age that we have grown into, we are realizing that we have reached a point in life where we can do One Thing in a day and live peaceably. If we do Two Things or more, the day collapses into indescribable exhaustion for one or both of us, BTDT with increasing frequency, all of which is telling me a lot about life and Time. Right now, telling me that whoever or whatever my grandfather Gentry called The Preacher is right as always: there is a Time for everything under heaven, finally including a Time to sit back and watch the world go by. 

All my years living away and longing to get home to St Andrews Bay, and finally here I am in 7H doing exactly that. It's Time.

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Everything Has Its Time

3 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

2 a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 a time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.

9 What gain has the worker from his toil?

I have seen the business that God has given to the sons of men to be busy with. He has made everything beautiful in its time; also he has put eternity into man’s mind, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live; also that it is God’s gift to man that every one should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil. I know that whatever God does endures for ever; nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it; God has made it so, in order that men should fear before him. That which is, already has been; that which is to be, already has been; and God seeks what has been driven away.

Moreover I saw under the sun that in the place of justice, even there was wickedness, and in the place of righteousness, even there was wickedness. I said in my heart, God will judge the righteous and the wicked, for he has appointed a time for every matter, and for every work. I said in my heart with regard to the sons of men that God is testing them to show them that they are but beasts. For the fate of the sons of men and the fate of beasts is the same; as one dies, so dies the other. They all have the same breath, and man has no advantage over the beasts; for all is vanity. All go to one place; all are from the dust, and all turn to dust again. Who knows whether the spirit of man goes upward and the spirit of the beast goes down to the earth? So I saw that there is nothing better than that a man should enjoy his work, for that is his lot; who can bring him to see what will be after him?

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