It’s like being on a journey, moving across time and space and yet at the same time it’s NOW and NOW and NOW, etc. Like being on a train, looking out the window (of our life) and then looking away NOW. Then, turning back to see a landscape and turning away again. When we reach our destination, and we can never repeat THAT same ride, no matter the same train tracks because like everything else, their tracks have evaporated.
The child sitting behind us singing a Christmas song, a beautiful woman turning and flipping her hair, the bird on the fence outside the track – all gone. They leave no tracks behind. So we may find that only a mile of track did we track our world, our life. Maybe only ten feet of the hundred-mile journey. And we can’t even repeat the same train ride. What a loss. And this is our life. So right now, how will we care for it?