Time pass and the passage of time
I could walk uphill, a steep climb up Birch hill, to the Shrub-berry park in a single wind. No panting, no stopping for breath. That was thirty years ago. Now, at barely half the distance uphill, I have to stop to catch my breath. The ticking of the biological clock, its silent but steady tick-tock, tick-tock, unwinds my image of the the young me; with lean but sturdy muscles, keen eyesight, upright bones and sharp memories. The me of today with gray hair, aching bones, a biggish belly, a little forgetfulness here and there and the extra strain of the eye, are grim reminders that age and time are catching up. Fast. Chronus..in Greek...from where words like chronicles, chronology and chronometer have all arisen, is this word for this passage of time. Time passes; inevitably, unwittingly, assuredly. Yet in midst of this passage of "Chronus" time is "Kairos" time. Kairos: the Greek equivalent of a special time; a time of opportunity, a time of immense valu...