I am up at dark. All the spoons are in the dishwasher and it is running. I open a paper packet of instant oatmeal and find a plastic spoon to eat it with. When the water in the kettle boils, I pour it over a chai teabag and it steeps while I eat the oatmeal. Then I drink the chai.

Last night’s dream was one where I was thrown out of my mother’s house. I would have to drive back to my house out of state. They were fixing up a decrepit old van for me to drive. It was night.

Another ousting from the world in the dream state.

As I ate my oatmeal I pondered the nature of time. It is all here. You just add water and stir.

Of course it is all jumbled up together and you spend a lifetime trying to wrangle it into a presentable shape.

But nothing works.

The system has failed.

But somehow it is time you saw this. Stopping being surprised at having to use a plastic spoon.

Time is a measurable quantity and you are immeasurable.

You are the One Self. With or without a real spoon.

Improv is not a bad idea, actually.

Yes, and….

Vicki Woodyard