Saturday, July 16, 2011


"I have one unit of time left to live. How do I choose to spend it?"

"You are scaring me."

"Not my intention."

In a half hour or so, a third party due to arrive. An urgent signal from the soup arrives. Just a distraction? Or is it a message from a heretofore neglected resource with noble intent? Not so difficult to choose since we have been lighting the lamps. Very likely the latter, Prudence.

He arrives. And a local silence ensues, so as to hear a new and authentic dialog. Unprecedented signal-to-noise as the technical folk would say. The best venue is one that does not arbitrarily color the content but remains attractive absent a performance.

Someone shouting and pounding her/his fists, demanding undivided attention does not sound very compelling there. It is a better place than that. Seek it out.

The unit of time, you see, is life. Don't waste it taking orders. Instead smile sincerely when you hear a good idea.

The brutal selfish have had there chance. Time for a change.

© 2011 Buzz Hill

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