If you stare long enough at your analog clock, your thinking can grow dark. The contamination of the earth. The possible world we will wake to when this current disaster is over. Perhaps the clock is a marker of our arrogance, a record of our insistence that we own and dominate everything, from water to animals to hours.
But if you stare longer, your mind will keep moving beyond those dark thoughts, beyond all thought. You will stay, instead of rising to meet your churn of responsibilities. You will wait (for what?) in the beauty of the pause, in the ever-shifting emptiness. You will feel the earth spin, time unwinding unheeded, while you sit and do nothing.
Deb Olin Unferth
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