megastir
Mega means big or large
stir because I like to mix it up
Sunday, November 10, 2002 :::
Time seemed to stand still for instant at the apex of the loop. The blue sky, the azure ocean. Landing the back loop I could see dark blue corduroy lines stacked up on the horizon. I sailed beyond the break and picked up the set wave as it built in size. Dropping in the spray from the breaking wave pelted the sail like a machine gun. Rip, slashing and tearing. The soft Hawaiian sand of Diamond Head beach park awaits.
I kiss her gently on the back of the neck. She sits up biting her lower lip in a most seductive way she says “ can I stay over at your place tonite?” “We collapse back in the sand and I think to myself “Life is good…. I am ON it!”
You can’t travel back in time. Or can you? Is memory a way for us to travel back in time?
Do other animals remember? Or is this a uniquely human quality?
The best explanation about the mysterious nature of time goes like this: Picture yourself walking in a straight line around the globe. You continue forward, walking…. Walking… walking forward around the sphere eventually however just before you finish your circumnavigation you realize that despite always moving forward you find your self two steps behind where you started.