It was beautiful, pacific, and therapeutic. I revelled and languished as the hours passed. Nonsense jabber and solving the problems of the world and selves in tandem. Personal and societal advances mean that everything advances. Motion is inevitable.
The world without end is tautological in itself. The human race imbues the thought that passage through time is a progression and not static. I move amongst the crowds at times not perceiving nor registering those and them who do not catch my presence. To all of them, am I there or am I solely in a world without end?
Travels brings me to the world as it is delivered. New and different from home. Home is where stasis can be but not always must be. Being different is a good thing as differing can be useful. As we all are moving forward, differing in our own ways.
Can we ever return? Nope! It was then and is now a changed place. The butterfly effect has taken us astride a new horse. We have taken the road less travelled and started a new journey. That experience as made our worlds different. Morphed to a future not known then and changing by the second.
The orb travels trough space at a blistering rate. We hang on to what we want and have. Some things spin out of our grasp and we need to find another rein to grip. Take them and steer our way to a butterfly world we can live in. Move toward better and away from that which does not please us. Push and pull on the reins as they can help us understand others and their own journey.
Pour me perfect pleasure Pamela,
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.
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