actually, it’s interesting:

early this morning, I had a random thought and wrote it — let me find it.

Time … I’ve had issues with it. But know it is … what word to use? Not real? We do not have a hold on time, we move through it. It’s like life. Is it life?

move through time honorably

Looking for that scribble on my electronic binder, where it was not, it was in a notebook on my desk, I found this:

Our world is too perfect to be by chance. This world is too perfect. We didn’t invent the 24 hours that run into 365 somethings. We divided the stretch into sevens and twelves, but the 24 hours and 365s were there. I mean here. We fell into it. “Time” was here.

scribble from 11.08.13

They are not connected, I know, except for the concept of time. If I let go of it, what would happen?

This leads me to the March Sanctuary snippet of

a timeless place

hmm, why does that seem inviting?

OK, full stop. I’ve gone beyond what I originally intended. Chao. 🖐🏼