
Now I find myself on the mountainside,
Where the rivers change direction
Across the Great Divide.
Nanci Griffith's song, Across the Great Divide (http://youtube.com/watch?v=7i2AFRX-z0I) has always meant a day in the future for me.
But no longer.
Yesterday, now gone away, was my 42nd birthday. It symbolically marks the passing of the first half of my life. Call it a personal "peak" if you will.
As of today, I now have no option to scale back up, or to even linger at the summit. I am compelled by the laws of life and time to begin the long, steady descent down the other side. After 42 years of incessant bickering and fighting, Gravity and I have settled the bulk of our disputes and thus pledge to work peacefully together - well... at least we've agreed that we're headed in the same direction.
What bothers me is that she finally got her way.
And so it is also with her sister, Entropy. She gets her way, too, only she's exceedingly pompous about her skills of persuasion. She'll promise an eventual breakdown of all things, and laugh all the while doing it.
And now my point...
With the exertion and expenditure of energy, both of these sisters can be subdued for a while. However, there comes that dreadful day when all peoples, animals, plants, and systems begin to gradually recognize their fate.
Somewhere along this line of cognoscence is where we stand as a collective human race. Oh sure, we've had random synaptic firings that preceded and eventually formed our 'hallucinatory' theories, but this time it's different.
We are recognizing our summit.
Given that the sisters always get their way, I propose that we make nice with them.
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