Thursday, May 29, 2008
Life, in the fast lane
Here on the Permafrost Ranch. Life is in the slow lane, as I sit here at the computer. While I listen to the light rain on the roof and the news on the television. I stop to sip from my second cup of hot coffee in typing this blog. I feel that the rest of the world is racing to get somewhere. With the speed of light I'm watching the race. Connected by a copper cable with bits of data over the wire, and over the air waves. I've become that little old bearded fellow in the older car in the far right lane. It's not that I'm not trying to get somewhere just like all the others zipping by me on that highway of life. It's just that I'm in no hurry to get there. Nonetheless, I'm connected at the speed of light, watching the world spin by. Yet out my window, right outside my little squirrels live at a pace more my speed. So, I snap the picture, capturing time as it stands perfectly still.