Kenn Clarke
F o r Da ph n e
Ke n n Cla rke
I thought about today, yesterday, when today was tomorrow. I often do. And now that it is today, I think a lot about tomorrow, which yesterday, was the day after tomorrow, and just another day.
Yesterday I thought about the things I would do today. I worried a bit that something might go wrong – but it hasn*t. Perhaps it is because I have not done the things I thought yesterday, I would do today, being occupied with tomorrow, and all.
Tomorrow will be yesterday the day after tomorrow, and then, I will be occupied with the day after that. It doesn*t matter if it is a Saturday or Sunday, because today, it is just another day. But when the day after tomorrow is today, I will think about it, as I often do, and worry a bit that something might go wrong.
I don*t think much about yesterday. I thought about it the day before yesterday when yesterday was tomorrow. but today they are both yesterdays, and what happened, happened by itself.
Yesterday was good. It happened while I was occupied with today; I guess blind chickens find worms too.
Today, I think about the good things that happened yesterday. I wish I had been there, but I arrived early, and left before it came, off to tomorrow, which arrived today.
Unfortunately I am out today on important business. I am making sure that nothing will go wrong tomorrow, so that the day after, when tomorrow is yesterday, I can count worms and wish I had been there.
Today is the last day. There are no tomorrows left, and I am bored. There is nothing to do, except remember yesterday where something good happened, and to wish I had been there.
At the end of the day there is only today.
And today, is a new day.
1 The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem. 2 Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity. 3 What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun? 4 A generation goes, and a generation comes, but the earth remains forever. 5 The sun rises, and the sun goes down, and hastens to the place where it rises. 6 The wind blows to the south and goes around to the north; around and around goes the wind, and on its circuits the wind returns. 7 All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full; to the place where the streams flow, there they flow again. 8 All things are full of weariness; a man cannot utter it; the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. 9 What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun. Ecclesiastes 1:1–9
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