News and Tribune

February 25, 2013

CUMMINS: Space and time change everything

Local columnist

— Three things concern me — space, time and change, which is the toughest one. Here we are milling about in infinite space as warped time speeds through it, and we’re to adapt to it?  When you break the cosmos down into human terms, it makes no sense. Let’s examine these three components and see if we can guess, “What in heaven are we doing here?” There is a fourth component — people, but it’s a waste of time analyzing this mysterious composite of flesh and blood encased in a thick skull on top.

Yes, we need people at rare times in the space we’re in. We need people to talk or text with. When floundering within our space, we need listen to those passing by at breakneck speed and seek from them the direction of the road to take. 

 We desperately need those select few to shout at us as they govern us. Imagine wandering in a wilderness without partisan direction. Although we’re running out of trees, we need more legislation to kill the legislation on the books, so you can read the Congressional Record on Kindle each day. We also need larger clips and rapid weapons to preserve the masses, don’t you think?

Procreation with mates, as rabbits do, should be important to you. Imagine this wonderful earth without a population to fill it with God’s gifts, increasingly dumped in landfills. We need more exterminator engineers to zap the junk choking us, and we need more brainy types to develop things that give meaning to our lives such as links to improve the human touch.

Good luck with these other people. To fill my time, I’m sticking with me in the now. There are actually two types of time. One is God’s time when he tests us, and the other, which I prefer, was my time back in the good-old days. God says he tests man to strengthen him. Maybe you don’t want to be a Superman or ride camels through a needle’s eye.  

IQ tests baffle me, but God’s Soul Quotient test is much harder. During my progression and, then regression, through life, I kept yearning for the good-old days. It was a wireless time when you had time to blend with Nature’s trend. Virtual reality is not the same. But if change is the constant, I’ve work to do.

Remembering the good times, while deleting as many of the other kind as I can, brings tears to my eyes. I was vibrant and full of it, rushing to the future back then, but things changed dramatically. After the family thing and kicking the kids out of the nest before their time, I’d become an aged, wrinkled specimen waiting for time to stand still. Who set the time standard, at the speed of light? Give us a break now and then, to take a breath, to smell the roses every day — not just on Valentine’s Day. Then as my calendar flipped its pages at such a rapid rate, I approached the day time would stand still over me.

The story of every life has finality to it, ending with a period (.) or, if one of notoriety, an exclamation mark (!), both signifying the end. That is, unless you plan for an afterlife and that’s when you use a comma (,) and take it from there.

What is time other than a gift to us?  With space ever expanding, there is the tendency to become shiftless, and with our assigned time, waste it. The past is gone and the future not here yet, leaving the present as the only reality. The next word I type will be the future one, which I must choose. Here it is, “good.”

 Good to know there is little you can do about the future, except diet, exercise and hope the safety net holds. That leaves the present to fill. The tough test is, you change with it whether you want to or not.

 It took scores of years undergoing the soul test to understand what the present is. Now I type words contentedly, hoping the present extends itself.  Whatever the future holds, I’ll meet it hearing these words, “May he rest in peace.” I’m resting in a peaceful presence now, and in no hurry whatsoever.

Waking up is a gift. At my age, landing on the floor is a gift, as is each new day, another test day. Answer this. What am I going to do today? Choose something good, and your Q scores go up.

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