For what shall it profit a man (Part 1)
"Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted." Yellowed and tall river grass embraced the mouth of a small group of pine that made a perfect place to whittle away the time. The whithered trees that dotted the river bank proved to be invaluable sun dials; marking the passage of time through the movement of shadows. It was understood that time was moving - making its way towards the end of one day signaling that another could very well appear to take its place. That another would arrive was never certain. This watching, this taking witness of the sun rising and chasing the western horizon brought about thoughts of our future. Having seen Kubrick's Space Odyssey presented us with a focal point. "Where do you think we'll be in 2001," I asked my friend Al. Alan was ever the great listener. We passed several joints back and forth between us and thought great thoughts. "I don't know," he replied. " Man , I'll be like, in my forties. Probably al...