December 31, 2003
Auld lang syne
Time is so arbitrary, and we can be so arrogant about it. Back in Y2K, one would have thought the world was coming to an end because of the way we had learned to count. The universe barely shrugged.
Yet here we are, lending our voices to an ever expanding cosmos that it may relieve its ominous silence. Here we are, giving audience to God that God need not be so alone, forgetting Isaiah’s counsel to seek the Lord while he wills to be found [Is 55.6]. Here we are, tweaking one another’s fancy, surprised by how much connected and alike we are, only a few whatevers away from our sister chimpanzees.
So we create time and drape it over the galaxies as if somehow to order them, time where once there was no time, time where actually there is no time. Measurers. Namers. Always looking back over our shoulders to Eden, yearning, watching the old turn into the new.
Auld Lang Syne, that tired “old long time” song, careers our minds through another year’s stargate, our selves close behind, wondering, crying out Wait for me. Here we are. May our prayer be with Solomon’s, “Give us an understanding mind… that we may discern between good and evil.”
Happy are they whose year is new. Capricious blessing, no? — this time.
Really enjoying your short meditations. Glad to have you linked with Every Voice Network! Keep adding your voice to the new. The universe is still shrugging, but thanks to you and others for still acting, speaking, and taking Victoria’s Secret catalogues from well-meaning neighbors.
Comment by Jonathan — December 31, 2003 @ 1:15 pm