Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
A Feeble Attempt...
With all of the accelerating momentum that seems to be occurring around us, I find it difficult to pause and survey the landscape. Life seems to be imbued with a cyclical happening of a recognition of an new epoch... or perhaps the percipice of that epoch.
It actually happens too often (or maybe just these days it does), that we no longer fail to acknowledge it. We are constantly returning; constantly referring; perpetually regressing into our own subjective scrapbook of experience. We do it because "what comes after" is unknown and frightening. That is not to say that "what comes after" is always valuable (or, for that matter, is always invalid), merely that it establishes a contrast with it's predecessor. The individual judges the merits of that change.
But, for our purposes, time moves in one direction. All movement in the Universe does so, necessarily, from the influence of what came before. There is an Inertia that is inescapeable and ontologically sturdy. Any moral or ethical judgement about this Inertia is invalid; it is simply the tide of existence.
I realize I am ever the child. This 'calling-out-to-Mother' that forces us to look (and look again) at what's around us takes me by surprise.
'Tis an exercise I thought I had long outgrown, until my arms fit through the sleeves and the belt buckled again.