Tick, tock, tick, tock...time marches along at a monotonous beat, no pauses, no quickening, no slowing, only the continuous plodding from one second to the next, from one fraction of a second to the next. Ah, but what if the moment between tick and tock could be extended. Lorien, vale of shadows, that is how you survived so long after the dwindling of the elves began. Your lady, fairest of the elves save possibly for her daughter, made it so. Alas, I do not know of a way for mere mortals to accomplish such things. Instead, we must make the most of each moment that we are given, live our lives to the fullest extent possible. Lurking in the shadows will do naught save make us familiar with dark places. Live life and wait not for anything. Lament not the past for in doing so, the present is submerged and the future foreshadowed. Live in the moment.

Yesterday, 200306122.0400: The night birds have changed their song. I'm not sure exactly how it is different but it is different than even last night's song. The question I almost always ask myself when something like this happens is: Did the song really change or did I slip into a slightly different shade of reality? I'm really not sure. The next question I almost always ask myself is: Does it matter? Does it really matter if I have stepped through the thinning walls of reality or if something like the night bird's song has really changed? I am here, now, in this place, in this moment. I think it used to matter when I believed in rules. I always want to know the rules so I know how to behave, how to act, what is appropriate given any situation. If a single facet of my life changes, such as the song of the night bird's, then I can acknowledge it and dismiss it. Nothing else has changed. On the other hand, if an entire reality has changed in which the song of the night bird's is different than it was in my "old" reality, then what else is different? Have the rules changed? Can I now breathe water and flit from roof-top to roof-top like a sparrow? Gravity does not stay consistent from one reality to another. Heck, gravity doesn't even remain consistent in this reality. If you go one place, the gravity is measurably different than if you are in another. I believe it's called a Bouguer anomaly, though I've done virtually no research on it my self. Thus, if gravity can be notably different in different places in the same reality, why not wildly different in completely different realities? Thus, if I step through the correct membrane into the correct reality, I can fly. The problem that I see is, do I really want to be in that reality? What other rules would change to accommodate my aviatory tendencies? It's rather like a part Hamlet's soliloquy: "...And makes us rather bear those ills we have / Than fly to others that we know not of..." (The entire piece can be found here.)

Ugh, sleep approaches even though there is still so much drivel to write. Oh well, another night, perhaps.