We think of time in circles, we think of space in squares.
And we are forever trying to force the one into the other.
We count our hours and years by our journey around the sun, which even though it feels perfectly stable and fixed in our sky, is actually hurling through space like a runaway horse, and wholly ignorant of the fact that it is dragging us along with it.
We build boxes with our ideas, just as much as with our homes, our cubicles, our prison cells, our yards, our world, our coffins.
But we pray to our Gods, convinced that our outpouring of love for them on a weekly basis is what surely keeps everything from falling to pieces (regardless of how we might behave during the rest of the week).
And by this thinking, all those who refuse to do the same thing are basically threatening the delicate cosmological balance of our very galaxy!
"Pass the collection plate, please!"
And we are forever trying to force the one into the other.
We count our hours and years by our journey around the sun, which even though it feels perfectly stable and fixed in our sky, is actually hurling through space like a runaway horse, and wholly ignorant of the fact that it is dragging us along with it.
We build boxes with our ideas, just as much as with our homes, our cubicles, our prison cells, our yards, our world, our coffins.
But we pray to our Gods, convinced that our outpouring of love for them on a weekly basis is what surely keeps everything from falling to pieces (regardless of how we might behave during the rest of the week).
And by this thinking, all those who refuse to do the same thing are basically threatening the delicate cosmological balance of our very galaxy!
"Pass the collection plate, please!"
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