Got me thinking again about the shape of time. When you read history it seems like a sequence of events:
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But as anyone who's lost a loved one can tell you, the pain from a difficult period spills over into the same time of year of every year after it like a stain that soaks in - and that makes time seem more like a coil:
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Sometimes people talk about the fabric of time. If it's a fabric, then what affects one part destabilizes everything around it and threatens even what's further away, because everything is interwoven:
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But maybe that's not right either. Maybe time is all just a big wrinkly jumble to interpret however the mood strikes you, knowing it will never make any real sense.
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1 comment:
And maybe, if you're lucky, and your other blog is right, the kinks will all disappear if you turn your back on them for a while. And actually, in some ways - including grief - maybe that is sort of true. Anyway, it's interesting stuff to think about. Thanks.
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