Ocean currents flow both on the surface and below.
Wind currents sweep above lands and waters, from sky to low. Everything is in
flow, through time. All that you loved is in flow; what you did and said, loved
and held, flowing back and forth, around and over and under and through.
Is the cosmos full of fire, and the earth of water? Is
time regular, or full of floods and pools? Is God both mathematician and
musician? Evidently. Common time in music is quarter time; four fours, a quarter
note one four. The seasons divide into quarters. So a quarter of a century is a
big chunk of time; it’s a real bite. From 2000 to 2025 looks like a quarter
from here. Now someone will tell me my maths is most suspect, but history is
cyclical, of this I’m sure. The forces of purity and fear retreat, and then
return, when you don’t expect them, when your attention is directed elsewhere.
From Christ’s time to our time, we entered the third millennium: it’s called the
Common Era, but I prefer the old term Anno Domini. You can’t hope to see it
all, but you can hope to see.
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