What is there about the early
morning hours before dawn when the earth is still and people sleep; a time when
the past haunts you like a badly told story; and you wish you could change the
channel because you don’t like what you see; you roll over, close your eyes and
try to drift off; but the veil between parallel universes is thin and views of
past, present and future keep merging with your mind and keeping you
awake?
This is a time of centricity:
the ego is aside and you see your real self; a time when there is only you; and
you are not good company: I could have done; I should have done; who am I,
where am I and what is left - are the questions that haunt you in the pre-dawn
before the light erases your memory and you move automatically through the
feckless day.
Physicists accept the Chaos Theory: a
butterfly in Brazil
O’B
