Posted by: nativeiowan | August 13, 2012

it is a worry…

It is a worry; how the person you’d not seen for years, and you have just been thinking of, walks across the road. The virtual road is wide and long. I recall being run over by a busload of ancient seers on the virtual highway. Of the great ride that was. The early days of the big n beautiful world of connectivity we now live in.

It is a worry; as you check your step and turn the other way. The past to be shunned. The memories to be feared. Or worse, to be cherished too much. To be an anchor.Impeeding progress. Death in any instance.

It is a worry; time, again when the lessons we learn are ignored, or worse.


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