I find that there isn’t a formal way for me to prepare for a week as significant as Easter. So I do it in my own idiosyncratic way. However, all it takes is to dislodge myself from predictable, regimented, lowly perceptions of time, on which we operate at a daily basis. Norwich’s poetry does so much better with its unique meter and ‘reset’ rhythm. (How appropriate that it serves as an exception to the clock on which it is inscribed! A veritable disclaimer!)

The important thing to remind oneself about time as an artificial, man made construct, is that it does not give at all, or with any generosity whatsoever, the thing that Norwich poses oddly (that’s what poets do…) in the form of a question.

Its irrelevant, as far as time is concerned, whether one contemplates how perception of time might change (over time) or any ‘questions’ its raises: Norwich’s answer comes from his willingness to even ask the question in the first place; and that’s some mighty powerful punctuation that provides the answer.

Time is about as uncaring, and cold, as the willful feint hearts at Columbia University as the previous post reveals. If they are so almighty, if they are so willful, if there is no Columbus Day, why don’t they have the simple honesty, courage, and ethical principle to say there is no longer a Columbia University? As we knew it?

That seems in order: no columbus day, no columbia university either? eh? Mission accomplished: learning destroyed, learning ability destroyed as well. No point calling it Columbia University anymore, now is there?

Let’s see how long it takes the courageous time-sitters there to come up with that?

Or will it be that, since the idea originated outside the environs of the vaunted Columbia administrators bailiwick (myself, in this case), they are just too willful to consider it? And so they will just, you know, just sort of, uh, you know, move on…

you know.

Pathetic. Craven. And Sad. And certainly not for me to judge: Let’s just let time deal with them, in its inimical way.