Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Things always happen at once

or seem to.  That's why human-generated attempts at randomness look so fake:  if tragedies were evenly spaced out, say, every three months on the dot, we'd start to get mighty suspicious that someone was picking on us...
 
I had a sudden image of an hourglass last night, as I couldn't sleep because of all that !#$% wonderful coffee.
 
The hourglass is always running out, of course.
I am the centre point, the midpoint of the hourglass.  This is my imagery, so I can be whatever I want... go dream up your own metaphor if you don't like it.
Above are those who came before me, some of whom were gone before I came along, of course, but all of whom will be gone - if things go according to plan - before I am.
 
But the sand doesn't vanish at all:  the bottom of the hourglass is getting fuller and fuller.
 
Soon enough, like for Nanny, I guess, who watched almost everybody she ever loved grow old and die, the hourglass will look more like a pyramid.  And there I'll be, one grain of sand, at the top:  poised, ready to teeter, fall off, roll far, far into the future.
 
There's also a nice song by Pete Seeger to go with this sentiment of mine right now:  One Grain of Sand (this is just a sample, sorry).  Beautiful, moody, perfect.
 

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