This time of predictions and resolutions.
Year’s end reflection back, and looking forward.
That river of time, downstream as distant
and unclear as upstream, and before me
passing before I knew it was here.
Water – shallow and muddy – like the present
moment. Then clear and deeper – the past,
but not so long ago. Further back,
clear and so deep, clear no longer
applies. Thick glass. Opaque memory. Droplet moments.
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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.
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
You look for a sign, and then,
finding it, you find nothing. No directions.
No answer to where you are now,
or to what lies ahead. No warnings.
A present and future that are blank.