If you thought things were getting a little tight around here, in terms of personal space, you may have been right. The seven billionth person was born in recent days. The story was a quick flash on the news cycle horizon and then sank like a stone. Its effect, however, will be felt throughout every corner here on the Big Blue Marble at least until we reach the next milestone that could prove to be a millstone. If not already where you are, then soon, we'll be stacked like cord wood.
I found someplace online that helped me figure out my place in the world, if not figuratively, than literally. And more than that, it made me smile when I tried it out. I hope you do, as well (try and smile).
Here on our ant farm with beepers, there are two events we cannot control: when we're born and when we die. And the most important time of our lives are all the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years between them. So, count to ten and then decide today's the day you start to count for everything and for always.
-bill kenny
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