The year is Zero Zero NYL. In NoYearLand, the passage of time
does not exist. Quotes the cuckoo, Nevermore.
Because nothing begins, nothing ends. All is Nil. What Was, What
Is, and What Is To Come are not significant because events are in flux. There
is no pinpointing the highlights or low points of an event. Forever and a day
is a moment that doesn’t come to pass.
Like players in a game of Freeze
Tag, the Seasons are at a standstill. Grimy mounds of snow abut stymied
growths of green on the sidewalk. The doorway to spring that comes in the
morning has been shut.
Day and Night meld, one into the other. Monday blues don't exist.
Hump Day is nowhere in sight. Hours of anticipation bump erratically into those
of despair. The Night of Many Dreams comes to a halt. There is no savoring the
healing power of Time In Between.
Can this be bliss? The ecstatic inflow into endless time and
space? But really? Or is it Blissful Blandness?
Merely
this and nothing more.
Won’t it be more exciting to experience… change?! Trial and
redemption?!
Watch the first peony awaken.
Struggle to overcome loss.
Revel in a world of amazing hope.
Fill the heart’s empty niche.
Life is a balance of counterpointing elements. Death is their
disarray. Heaven forbid that life on NoYearLand would deprive us of taking the
first lovely breath of life when we awaken – each day, each year, each time.
Bring on 2017, and 2018, and on, and on…
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