"Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us." - William Shakespeare, Henry IV
“We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar“ - TS Eliot
“This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
This ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey
I ain't got time for that now”
And so as I think how to word my thoughts -- I look outside at the birds, and see a cardinal hopping behind a towhee across my patio -- unusual behavior! Noticed. Living things. Not just thoughts ruminating inside my own head or via devices between straw heads as hours of day vanish. Perhaps move closer to feeling a life well lived!
I read somewhere a quote about how time flows the same for everyone, but everyone flows through time differently.
PS David Byrne is one of my all-time favorites!