It’s because of money that we know time, too, comes in measurable units. In the same coin you can have suns & seeds of millet, atoms in their molecules not exactly dancing, footprints of giant millipedes—a small universe designed to frustrate anyone with arithmomania. You and I might find ourselves on opposite sides, a Janus. Every time you shake your head, mine nods, & when I rock with laughter it makes you seasick. Less like reflection, then, than echoing, this give-&-take, because with each pass there’s a little less. Modularity had something to do with it once, but now the coin is its own metal. The decorative columns might as well go back to being trunks; soon our clearing will be nothing but a stifled yawn.
See the response by Rachel Rawlins, “Fruit.”
Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).