Time Has Never Been a Focus

Time has never been a focus of mine – speaking primarily of longevity – A sense of being alive seeming to predate my oldest memories; I think of memory...more precisely, of dreams -- imagining journeys to far-off romantic places, along with those invented lands of challenging climbs and horrific descents into unrelenting madness... I think of god – and how He appears to many of us in our own recognizable ways... I think of those masses of non believers – awake only to the diminishing depths of surface presence... while their science speaks of multiple dimensions, they, themselves, appear captives of a shallow psyche, with its own self-imposed span of limited existence...