In The Waking

As we cross and recross the finish line time still stands still. Not just for our own purposes but for demand. We never live in strange times as life is not only strange but unpredictable in a predicable sort of way. There are no rules in which to be grounded and so the rules of the road become as guard rails upon which a few bumps and bruises may occur. At times. And at other times, as we watch the play unfold, we contemplate the things that are and will be.

There are no rules although they can be used as comfort zones for those who need such.

It's all a matter of perspective. And then in it's totality even in it's simplified form, it remain timeless¹.

There is not much more to say after that.