Time

Sometimes I get worried. (Yes, even me). Well, of course I worry about the usual stuff, like what horseradish tastes like on a hot dog, but lots of times I worry about time.

I mean, my concerns in general are about the usual time -- the time it takes to go take a shower or watch a lousy episode of Doctor Fill, but occasionally I get to thinking, and that is not normally a good thing.

Namely, and I've said it many times before, we, us humans, just proceed in the blink of an eye, much as bugs scuttling under the sink.

In a way, we're very lucky that we perceive it in that way, because it seems to give us just enough time to do what we need to do.

Just.

But if you consider 100 years -- already you're going back to your great-grandfather -- that's a long time.

Now think of a thousand.

Now think of a million.

Now think of 150 million.

Now think of a billion.

Years, not days, not minutes, not hours.

Years.

Think.