Sunday, December 6, 2009

Time


I am so busy ALL the time. When i get home all I would like to do is sleep. It seems that there is never enough time in a day.
I wish i could dissmiss my clocks and feel freedom.
In one of my favorite books: Love, Stargirl... Stargirl and her family get rid of every clock, and Stargirl writes---

Who came up with minutes,anyway?
Who needs them?
Name one good thing a minutes ever done.
They shorten fun and measure misery.
Get rid of them, i say.

Down with minutes!
And while you're at it - take hours
with you too. Dont get me started
on them

Clocks--thats the problem.
Every clock is a nest of minutes and hours.
Clocks strap us into their shape.
Instead of heading for the nearest star, all we do
is corkscrew.
Clocks lock us into minutes, make ferris wheel
riders of us all, lug us round and round
from number to number,
dice the time of our lives into tiny bits
until the bits are all we know
and the onles question we care to ask is
"What time is it?"

How nice would it be to do whatever we want, whenever we want?
Just a thought,
Ta ta>
J.

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