Sometimes I wonder why God (whoever He is) gave us so much time. Yes, not so little time; so much time. To allow us the luxury of thinking. You have to admit, it’s not a luxury easily afforded to the few things in the universe that can actually be called “living.”
I was watching Life, that great program with David Attenborough, and the episode was about plants. That the Bristlecone Pine is the oldest living organism on earth . . . thousands of years older than Christ (whoever he is).
That climbing plants, just like the one on my balcony, have their own agendas . . . namely, furiously marching along, day after day, with our poor eyes only registering their growth as we see the minute hand move on a clock.
How some bamboos grow 150 feet in 90 days. That’s fifteen stories, folks . . . in three months. I would like to take a month out of my time and just sit there, watching them grow . . . saying “There! I saw it grow! It grew while I was watching it!” and such like.
You should see the nimbocumulus I’m seeing right about now.
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