At Fourteen

At fourteen, I thought less about the future
and, unaware of Buddhism, lived in the moment.
Even a day was usually unplanned, spontaneous,
open to what the universe had planned for me.

If life is like a sonnet, the turn occurred when
the future became my focus and the present
rushed by out of control, and the past
became nostalgia, a read book fondly remembered.

At fourteen, I believed, without proof, in eternity.
The days unfolded unbidden and I was content
in thinking at some point I would be able to see

That fourteen-year-old’s future is my present,
slipping away from what I wanted it to be,
and even partially my past, now already spent.

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The Starry Messenger

Professor Galileo of Padua made his lenses

and the sky was 20 times closer.

Mountains on the moon, and more moons

around Jupiter, and a celestial Milky Way

that led him – us – towards the future.

milky way

In 1610, Galileo published the story of his telescope and the results of his studies as The Starry Messenger.  He had been corresponding with German astronomer Johannes Kepler, who also believed that the Sun, not the Earth, was the center of the solar system. Kepler had been urging Galileo to go public with his theories for years.

I had believed that when Galileo was tried and convicted by the Church for heresy, he was tortured and excommunicated. But, in fact, he remained a loyal Catholic his entire life.

 

Time’s Arrow

is an arrow of increasing correlations and

one’s perception is movement from known past

to unknown future, but we find randomness

that cannot be undone on this quantum walk.

Entropy increases but all the possibilities exist.

time

And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets