first off, i'm not crazy for saying this. ok, so i've been thinking a lot about time lately. like what it is and if it's really relevant. i think that people think of time as this spiral staircase that humanity is constantly climbing--reaching new floors and new advances, but the staircase spirals the same way, its shaped the same---basically it's this cycle. and i think time is like peanut butter.
it's like when you get your Skippy non-chunk peanut butter out on a knife and spread it out over a piece of bread--this vast (to an ant) plane of something that ebbs and flows and spans out flat--not like a staircase. I think i've started to view time as something that is the present and that's what matters. i mean, it's so much trouble to worry about tomorrow or my future or who i'm going to marry or what im going to do in my life when i know those plans are going to change inevitably. and i'm thihnking about how cool it is that i've lived on this earth for 20 years and thats the same earth that flappers lived on, that great actors and singers and political leaders and fighters and peace-makers lived on--its not something that's in the past--its just on the other side of the plane--but its flat and it's spread out the same. and i think that's really cool.
someone was telling me about how when the astronauts go out into space and look down at the earth and its just this beautiful messy swirling mess that we all are just here on, out of all places, all of humanity has lived, loved, experienced on this earth. i mean because, in the end, we're really all the same. just these bodies wandering around trying to find a purpose, loving, giving, leaving. i think thats more reason to live with such a keen, heightened sense towards aliveness.
i love peter pan: "to live would be an awfully great adventure."
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