Time is linear. Time is motion. Time is a twisted mistress. Time is a loving embrace. It has been almost a year since my first erstwhile post. Time has flown as they say. Approaching the Golden year of life is both exhilarating and confusing. Exhilarating in I'm still here. Confusing in, I'm still here. Better humans have moved on in the last 5 decades. Accumulation of knowledge seems to stem the tide of the passage of time, as if somehow i can keep the grim reaper at arms length as I consume tidbits of information. Maybe a fallacy of this generation, or just a given fact of life as information flows to us in such a torrent we cannot grasp it all. All in all it is a pleasant state of being to be ALIVE! We are not promised anything in this journey we call life. We can only struggle to gain knowledge and to understand we know NOTHING.