SUNRISE - February 17, 2011

February 17, 2011 Sunrise 6:53 am

“The infinite is in the finite of every instant.”  - Zen Saying

 

   "Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein." - H. Jackson Brown

  Note to ponder:  Hearing can be apparently over-corrected like vision.  I had my hearing aids "toned down' today - more bass, less treble.  Every little movement of paper shuffling, silverware clinking, ripping off a sheet of paper towel, etc. was magnified.  At first it was merely interesting, like a magic show...but too much is just that - too much.  

My son and personal IT staff, Dustin has been saving me loads of frustrated TIME.  All the little, seemingly simple, IT tasks that I could probably have figured out "eventually" (if I didn't smash them first) were piling up because I was reluctant to invest the TIME to get them resolved, are now nearing completion.  Devices I was set to throw in the trash, because -since I couldn't get them to work- they must be broken - are magically working just fine now.

rlw

 "Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of."  - Benjamin Franklin

  

SUNRISE - January 28, 2011

January 28, 2011 Sunrise 7:14 am

  "Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires".  ~Charles Caleb Colton

SUNRISE - January 11, 2011

Today is 1-11-11 on the Gregorian calendar.  Other than its resemblance to some bit of computer programming code, I am at a loss for its significance.  Or, perhaps that is because there is none.
A day!   What is its value to the whole of our existence? 

January 11, 2011 Sunrise 7:23 am

A single day in what we hope is the first of a thousand more.  If one were to remove a single line of computer code in a series of zeros and ones, it would change everything.  Every line and every day has vast importance to the whole, but only when combined with the whole.  A line of code by itself has no apparent meaning and does not reveal its importance as a catalyst to the lines of code that preceded it and those that will follow.
 

"Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!"
- Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

" Waiting for Godot."  A classic discussion regarding the value of time given and of time lost. How often in our lives do we have that epiphany where we have a  momentary glimpse into the secrets of the Universe, that bright, golden nanosecond of understanding, where the clarity of our mission, our point, our reason for being, is revealed? 

How do we possess that fleeting vision and build upon it for our remaining hours?  Every day comes to a close.  The new day dawns; ripe with promise.  What was the magic formula, the guiding principle, the key to understanding,  intended to enhance all of our tomorrows? 

It is said that each of the celestial souls wandering the Universe were created all-knowing. Not unlike the beauty of a fresh picked flower plucked from mother flora, the decomposition of man’s knowledge begins at the moment of birth, Our lives are spent regaining the wisdom we seem to have already known. 

Who are we really?  What is our purpose? When do we engage with life on our true path?  Where does our destiny lie – in this incarnation or the next?  Why do often we lose the path?  And most importantly, How do we regain our own true path and become reunited with the consciousness we had when our day dawned?

"But that is not the question. Why are we here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in this immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come”. - Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot