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
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
All in All
Our two children were raised on Duplo and Lego . This was PPC , pre-personal computer, of course, and the other competitive and complement...
-
I wrote this five years ago in an effort to make sense of the unfathomable horror of the darkest day on the calendar in my lifetime. It... -
My thug name is 'Willie the Whiner,' because of my non-stop lamentations about our weather, no matter what our weather is at any giv...
-
You may not have yet started to notice, but the days are getting shorter--yes, I know, hot summer nights and all that, but since we've h...
No comments:
Post a Comment