Thoughts from the Courtyard
At my left are two high school aged boys with bicycles and cans of Arizona Iced Tea. I was in high school once. Now, twice their age probably. I’m certainly not old, but compared to them, I’m in a different phase of life. Not relatable. The things I think about, care about, are likely much different. They are the next generation, just as I was the next generation once. They live in a world that’s twice as different and far removed from the world my parents knew. Things that once were, are no longer.
And so it goes. The cycle of life, culture, consciousness, change. Perpetual change.
Perpetual progress? Or just perpetual participation in the constant flow of the universe? While future generations become distant pasts, while I become further and further separated from the world of those before me, so do the stars of galaxies past. The suns and moons that once were, are no longer. New moons are birthed, new galaxies become ever distant from their predecessors. Infinite births, infinite deaths, all happening simultaneously and forever. On goes life, consciousness, the universe, on their path of all consuming change. On goes time, space: outward, forward, and in all directions, forever.
On goes my day. On goes the boys with their bikes and their tea.
