Despite what this post says, it's currently 10:21 on Monday, however to you it will appear as 1:20 early Tuesday morning.
Which begs the question:
Does anybody really KNOW what time it is?
Does anybody really care?
So when I tell you that now it's raining, know that the rain is falling on the now that is Monday night in Oklahoma, though it may well be falling still (but I doubt it) early Tuesday morning. I hope to be asleep at that time and blissfully unaware of current state of the weather.
Which begs the question:
And I wonder, still I wonder,
Who'll stop the rain?
16 comments:
Then why does it say this was posted on Wednesday, April 9? It's almost Thursday here and we saw four seasons on Wednesday ;)
time in blogosphere is very strange, when i write something now i have no idea who's gonna read it when, where or why for that matter!
i second that 'who'll stop the bloody rain?' just for a while pleeeeeessseeee.
looking forward to seeing your cactus next monday.
Perhaps we're all really in different dimensions and are magically communicating thru the time-portal of blogger. (sounds like a good idea for a book). It is Tuesday morning here in New England. I hope it isn't Wednesday cause I'll be in big trouble for missing Tuesday.
??? no more comment moderation?
You
stop the rain
when you close your eyes
and paint the sun
and a rainbow
on the canvas of
the time.
It's 2:50 pm Tuesday.
The first thing I noticed was the strange date...cuz we are ahead of you in time in Iran. It was impossible! ... then I read you post...
Very creative idea to test us!
Liked that...
I forgot to say:
Hi, Debra!
So glad you dropped in and commented on my blog. I appreciate it very much.
Your blog seems very unique and creative. Happy to have a new window to the world.
Hugs.
I must have set the time wrong. LOL. As an accountant, I was always backdating or post dating things and reporting in prior months, so I usually lost track of what time it was with the rest of the world. I still have trouble with that.
FY, my cactus has a face only a mother could love-I really bought it cause I thought no one else would.
Mim, I'm hoping that the spammers have passed me by-moderating comments interupts the flow of the blog-the comments are often better than the posts.
Human Being, I really enjoyed reading your blog and intend to stop by often. The internet has made it possible for me to move back to Oklahoma, which in some ways is as isolated as Iran for a woman. But, if we all leave and never come back, nothing will ever change. Somehow being different is tolerable if you have chosen to be different, and honestly, I was as different in Dallas as I am here, just in different ways. I babble.
Who will stop the rain? There is no who directing all this, only nature. I get a bit tired of the rain at times, but remind myself that were it not for the rain life isn't possible here.
Time is something I don't pay much attention to, it's just a concept made up by monkeys to try to keep track of things. Time means nothing to the universe.
At my highest level spiritually I'm omnipresent and at that level time is absolutely nothing to me.
It's wise to keep your tools, if hard times hit they may come in handy.
Just be careful using them, saws can take fingers off. I know a man that lost a whole hand to a radio arm saw.
I don't want the rain to stop ... in fact I'm waiting for it to start here in cloudly Dallas. However, I'm a slave to time. I live my my watch.
I got a gas stove that doesn't require electricity for power outages next winter.
Natural gas or propane? I love natural gas but it isn't available in this area.
In Montana I bought a cheap ceramic five panel from Harbor Freight and used natural gas to heat the home.
The heater was simple and easy to use and over 90 percent efficient. I loved it.
Natural Gas-I'm a city girl. I did look at propane, but it seemed a little silly to install a tank right on top of a natural gas line...
Swinbourne said, Time is as wind and as waves are we...
I've come to believe that there is no time... not in a traditional view of it... it's just another dimension... it's stagnant... standing still... it's us that ware away...
There is only one moment... the big bang is happening now... one explosion playing out... time is the negotiation of that...
How can we measure time in days or years... because the sun has set and rose we say it is a new day... but this is folly... all time exists as the one moment from when you are born until you die...
Thank you for your thoughtful comments on my poetry... I hope you will participate in a poetry game I'm going to set up for tomorrow (whenever that is!!! LOL)...
alright..all day in my head...
please, who sang that song?...not the Chicago one, the other one..who'll stop the rain?...I'm feeling a Clapton/Cream vibe, but I know that's not it.
I could google it, couldn't I?
n/m...
CCR, of course.
Yes'm CCR. Ah...
knew you'd get a cactus no one else wanted,that's cool! here we go again you and bbc and hopper, makes very interesting reading.
It's one of those grafted cactuses like you find in gas stations all across the southwest. The bottom is one thing, and the top is another thing. The top of this cactus appears to be a piece of brain-gray and pink and folded.
I actually had a four of them, some pretty, some not, but I decided that I'd rather just concentrate on my brainy friend for now.
It's tucked in the window with a bromeliad right now till I can figure out the pot for it.
Debra,
I relate much to what you said about being different.
Crows usually don't migrate... they adapt themselves to the change...
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Hopper,
I'm with you about time.
we wear time
on our weary being
to wear it off.
Does your editor love me more?
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