Sitting in my doctor's office. The wall clock had stalled at 9:45. The time right twice a day, but time's flow for humans is ever surging forward, although there are moments when it stands still or slows dramatically to a near-standstill. Like in grammar school at day's end with the teacher droning on about the ablative declension in Latin. The eyes of the students glazed over from too much education, but in my case my school was taught by the nuns. The sisters never missed a second to better our minds and souls, but time was never explained to us other than we were always expected to be punctual for classes and that we had an eternal soul, even though this spirit only existed from our birth onward. Eternity existed only in one direction for believers in the Old Religion.
Today waiting for the doctor I hold my breathe. counting the seconds. 1000 and 1. 1000 and 2 all the way to @000 and 91. I have good lungs. Last year I tried to hold my breath through the Lincoln Tunnel. Almost two minutes. Right to the point at which I saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
According to archaelogists the first human time measurement occurred 9000 years ago. Sticks in the ground measuring the solar year. 365 days give or take. Twelve moons completed a year almost. Twelve moons. Twelve hours twice a day. I've never been on time. No matter how I try and I've come go think of myself as sn eternalist, those who believe the past present and future exist as one. Past, present, future are not only one, but belong to the multi-dimensionsof existence of which we are attempt to define by our science, our minds,and our beliefs.
So I am never late, even in the doctor's office where there is no time.
While mt tardiness is legendat, the nuns of St. Marys of the Foothills award me with perfectattendance through my grammar school career.
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