The oddest thing to me is the dule understanding of time in the context of what is to be. I know there is a given time, regardless of those dates many hatch up, and that time is a given. Yet i can't help myself but want to press for time. After everything that is happening and has happened, i still want to press the clock. And yet, i don't want to press it. I want to take my time. I want to relax a while while i wait for that time that is given. For that time has been given. It seems to be a lesson in waiting, or something like it, and this is what i understand the least.

Born for a given moment in time, there is much life to live between now and then to be now again. In some ways i feel this is a major responce to that core essence that is my branch of the tree that is Gee Oh Dee.