There I am on a Sunday morning in the 70’s, happy that we are done with church and the tight, itchy clothes are off. I am reading Marmaduke, Peanuts, Doonesbury (trying, but I don’t yet get irony) and Ripley’s Believe It or Not. I read the comics for many years. I have never really taken to reading a paper after I quit reading the comics. Ripley’s, one Sunday: a human heart can beat one million times in about 10 days. To beat one billion times? 22years.
There are billions of photos on the flickr website. Most mammals live about a billion heartbeats, humans live three. If we measured time in heartbeats, what would a clock look like?
When I have a day/month like I am having today…sometimes I think: there are many things that can happen in a life, and this is one of them. What if all my worst scenarios play out? It is a part of this life that I am living. What if I get everything I think I want? The heart beats the same through the good and the bad; little slower, little faster. The same.
One thing hearts don’t like to do is beat too regularly. A heart that does not have a dose of chaos in its rhythm gets sick very quickly. The irregularity keeps it…regular. Being able to exactly predict the next beat is not good. Every one is a little tiny bit off from the last one. Like people.
I can feel your heart. I have said that before. What I am really saying is, I can feel time (finally), I get the preciousness of this moment, this moment, this moment. Oh, and Thank you for getting me in touch with the clock. I want to be awake for this.