Meanwhile the unreturning sands of Life dribbled through the unheeded isthmus of the Present Moment; and the fixed cone of the Past expanded; and the dimple deepened in the diminished and hurrying Future.
[Some positive things have happened this week. Not exactly how I have pictured positivity but in the sense that we have been running for the past two years like headless chooks, I think we've finally put our hands up in the air, admitting we've lost the map and we've ran out of fuel.
Two years back in Australia and while we might seem defeated right now; we have actually had an amazing adventure. All things considered, we can still count our blessings in the Present Moment.
But we must now look to the Future, we are starting to knock on doors.
Joseph Furphy's philosophy; Stradbroke Island, February 2012]
