While watching an old TV rerun of the Sopranos, I noticed that Ralphie (one of Tony's captains) while reminiscing to a couple of his young soldiers, pours an envelope of Swiss Miss instant cocoa into a cup of (not even steaming) water and does not stir it. Yet, after completing his back-in-the-old-days story, he picks the cup up to drink from it...(fade to black)
When I occasionally indulge in that sane delicious (to me) Hot-Chocolate drink, I find that the water must be extremely hot, boiling rapidly, and I must stir the mixture thoroughly with a spoon for the powder to dissolve satisfactorily.
Minuscule story details such as that constantly impinge upon my consciousness and distract me from the intended meanings of a story's content. It seems to me that the scene's director might have had Ralphie at least give the cup a stir or two.
But that's just me, of course.
Yesterday I read a short poem titled:
Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry
And this is the poem:
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned to pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
Word Of The Day
1. a shifting series of phantasms, illusions, of deceptive appearances, as in a dream or as created by the imagination.
2. a changing scene made up of many elements.
3. an optical illusion produced by a magic lantern or the like in which figures increase or diminish in size, pass into each other, dissolve, etc.
That unknowable actuality that human reasoning labels as "Space" will continue to expand even after entropy is complete and all the planets, stars, clusters, and galaxies have stilled and stopped and become nothing in any conceptual form or fashion.
In the durationless enormity of eternity space will cease to expand, will remain as it is for trillions and trillions of unmarked epochs of non-time.
Until space, with or without a reason, contracts in a measureless amount, beginning a chain of changes, disturbing the status quo.
Since time is nonexistent, space will at some newly created 'instant; experience its utmost contraction, having become compacted to such a degree that explosive expansion must occur.
Then erupts a really Big Bang.
The AWAD Though For Today is:
If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.