So when Noah finally docks the ark on Mt. Ararat, or wherever, how does he decide which animals get off first? And for that matter, the earth having been flooded for weeks, just what are they supposed to eat on new land? For the vegetarians it must have been very slim pickings, and who wants a badly waterlogged salad anyway? And with two of each only, what did the carnivores actually eat? If you stop and think about this long enough you are left to wonder just how many species were sacrificed to God’s little tamper tantrum, and let’s not mention how three sons and mom and dad, the sole survivors managed to repopulate the world.
To know the road ahead ask those coming back. — Chinese Proverb
I have progressed to the point that I no longer mark time in neat segments based on rotation of this world about that, now I am measured against those around me, I seek those with whom I share an age. It is best to walk at noon, although the sun is hottest then, for my shadow draws inward, less exposed, but it slowly creeps outward as the sun retreats. I am of an age with the sun, I see myself reflected in my children, who call in the night as I have fled into my sanctuary, away from yapping dogs. My sons were, just days ago, standing jaws clenched, before the batting tees, they would throw down the bat in disgust after a swing as the ball toppled slowly to the ground, now one sits in his cramped office just out of sight of the river and mulls that moment of time before there was time, the other finds structure in the randomness of thought. I am of an age with that moment of time before time I am of an age with that random thought.