Category Archives: Reflections

A-Z Challenge: U is for Utopia

Posted on April 24, 2013 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
© 2013 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee [caption id="attachment_1363" align="aligncenter" width="768"]The Peaceable Kingdom Edward Hicks The Peaceable Kingdom   Edward Hicks[/caption] U is for Utopia.  A state of perfection. Something none of us have, but everyone wants. Isn't that strange?  Every human being in the world has probably contemplated perfection at some point. Becoming perfect. Living in perfect conditions; Utopia itself.... No fear, sickness, poverty, or political problems.  No flat tires. No fire alarms. No headaches. No cheating, stealing or being bad.  Peace.  No war. No lack of jobs, no bills, no wants going unfulfilled. No reality. Wait.  That's a good point isn't it? No reality. A total suspension of reality.

Why is utopia never achieved?

Human beings are imperfect, so it defies logic to imagine a collection of old reprobates, crabby people,  profiteers, jealous spouses, broken minds, thieves, court jesters, diamond dealers, scientists,  bankers, kings and fools  working together to achieve perfection? Let us laugh raucously and proceed with our inordinately imperfect lives while we wait. You never know, it might get better. Keep thinking of perfection. Tongue in cheek. Fingers crossed. Ready?  We're waiting. It never hurts to dream.  It never hurts to keep hope in the heart. That's why U is for Utopia.   Is that Incoming I hear? Photo credit:  Wikimedia Commons +
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A-Z Challenge: T is for Time

Posted on April 23, 2013 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
© 2013 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee [caption id="attachment_1346" align="aligncenter" width="584"] Old Time 1   Simple, Old Time[/caption] T is for Time. Time spent wisely, time wasted foolishly, time wished for passionately. Each of us have an allotted time--the question we perpetually ask is, where does time go when it passes us by?  Where does time reside?   In old clocks? Heritage buildings,  old, dusty classrooms where the hands of the old clock moved at a  slow, painful pace?

Time is fluid

 Time may feel hard, difficult, gentle and healing,  painfully slow, or incredibly fast.  Above all, it is persistent. The clock is ticking.  The seconds march on, curiously, whether we use it productively or not.  It seems logical,  diligent and clever to use every minute wisely, doesn't it? What do you do with your hours, minutes and seconds?  What did everyone do for years on end  in ancient days?  Study the stars? This old clock works may give us an idea how dedicated some people were. Can you imagine how long it took to build this? [caption id="attachment_1351" align="aligncenter" width="1024"]Vintage_Franz_Zajizek_Astronomical_Clock_machinery 2           Vintage Franz Zajizek Astronomical  Clock machinery[/caption] Are we astute enough to realize that every second, every minute, every hour counts?  How about you?  Is your internal clock broken or just pausing? Starting a boring job may seem daunting, it may "take forever".  Try it.  Sit and think about it for 8 hours instead.  Imagine that.  Eight hours from now, your dreary job can be done, completed, something to be proud of--or you may have completely wasted the same 8 hours thinking about it. Time passes regardless what you personally do with it. Better check your time out. I thought you might even want to take a precious minute and think about it. That's why T is for Time. Is that Incoming I hear? Photo credits: 1   author 2   Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0  +
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