tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78784224728981308442008-05-02T02:37:33.755-07:00DM SimmsBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878422472898130844.post-77944854554245322392008-05-02T01:29:00.000-07:002008-05-02T02:37:33.792-07:00We all exist in our own corner of the Universe. Lots of corners, lots of existence. I sit here thinking about my corner and the people I know, and their corners. People from the past, the present, the future, all existing at the same time, the corners all existing... at the same time. We cross paths, our corners intersect. We mingle, corners touching, and then we continue on our ways, taking our corners with us. This touching of corners exists in the past, the present, and the future. Not time-space, more like time-corner, or corner-space. Time and Space only relevant to our corner, or the touching of corners. Unaware of other's corners, unless that corner becomes significant, by touching. I reflect on the corners that my corner has touched. They existed before the touching, but I was unaware of them. They exists after the touching, and I know of the corner, but am still unaware of what goes on there.<br /><br />Are we aware only of past and present corners and their touching or do we sense future corner touches? How relative is time during the touching of corners? Do we remember days, hours, minutes during the touch, or just the moments?<br /><br />We see corners all around us, and the people in their corners. We ignore corners, we avoid corners, we hide from corners, we seek after corners. Corner touching is desirable, and dreaded. What makes the difference? We sometimes calculate the corner touching, but mostly it is by accident, or providence, or destiny.<br /><br />Corners exist in space or virtually. Corners are hidden, disguised, cloaked, painted, falsified, or plain. In the end all corners are seen for what they are... real.<br /><br />I am a loner, mostly. My corner touches, but rarely, or only when necessary. This is by choice, by desire, not by phobia or necessity, just preference. I ponder the corners that I have touched, the moments, the impact, the wake of the touching. I am always changed by a corner touch, even just a momentary touch, change is there.<br /><br />We change, our corners change, but we start and end with the moments our corners touch.DM Simms