We are, and aren’t, ships passing

… in the night.  And that is, and isn’t sad. When we engage another human being, I think url.jpgit’s helpful to imagine that there are three games being played, all at the same time.

The first is the game of life on earth, in which we are all ants, basically.  Small units in a big, complex system.  In this game, time is our mortal enemy.  We are born, we grow, we senesce, and we die; all as a function of time.  We wish we could stop time, but we can’t.  To us, the present moment is all we have, Continue reading