As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
As a I type this, the mean time is February 27th, 2022 AD in the year of our Lord, but when you read this, it will be March 26th, but the Lame Cherry is living in March 31st, 2022 AD as that is where I live in the future.
Six days does not seem probably a great span of time from the 26th to the 31st in your conception now, but then again just over a month from February is not a great span of time either. It is though something you are not capable of and for me, it is something of what I share now.
My perspectives now are I do not like living in the future as it brings neither solace or joy. I look at March and I think, 'Summer is almost here" and yet I know things from living so far out ahead that this means I will be very sad when July comes, as summer will be gone as I will be already in September.
I dislike the disappointment of winter. I dislike looking that the horizon clock in September and being in December and knowing how I will be displeased in December at mean time, for the months of winter ahead in all the waste of time winter is. Time is wasted in winter as nothing is accomplished with the world in a snow crypt. I for one dislike looking forward in time as now it is just not months, it is years or the entire year I look forward to. In knowing the future by being in it, you are sad when it happens because you know it has already passed.
As all of this end times stuff has been generating the past years, I simply am drawn to the period of 1966 AD in the year of our Lord. I have no idea why this is, for the signature feels like home to me. I have contemplated in God going there and living that year in loop until I passed on, as I would find comfort in knowing what were the shitty days, either go somewhere else or just plan things to do until they passed. I wonder about that archiac time though. Colour television was some broadcast medium, and you had to watch a program as there was no recording it. Movies were in theaters and most of America had never heard of pizza, tacos or Chinese takeout. The Boeing 707 was advanced technology and Apollo had not yet begun to launch to the moon.
I do not know what 1966 is, but deep in my recesses that is what says home to me, and I have no comprehension why that is, no more than 1845 AD has a directional focus inside of me too.
I though am fixed in the reality of this Lame Cherry pendulum in constant motion of past, present and future. The future never feels right, even in Jesus time. It just feels dry to me. Just dry.
I must get my present done though for the future and your present in your past.
Nuff Said
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