Life is the space between the moments.
Life is the space between the moments.
We need to correct the problems of today so that tomorrow won’t have to.
Life goes by in such a rush,
Getting from place to place.
We are all in a hurry to be,
Together within this race.
I would like to stop,
To sit for just a bit.
To see what I have missed,
What did I forfeit?
So, I will take this moment,
And scoop up what I need.
Perhaps just a little extra,
No more than is decreed.
A little joy is not amiss,
And laughter is a must.
Peace is also needed here,
And yes, a little trust.
Two scoops will I allow,
Not to take too much.
Then I think I’ll pass it on
To those I want to touch.
I don’t think I would like anarchy. Too messy.
Beauty does not need words.
There are people who walk among us, special people. They could be a neighbour, a stranger, a brother, a friend. They could be white or black, yellow or beige. These people walk the streets of the city and the fields of the country. They are there in the right place, at the right time, to do the right thing. You might call them Facilitators.
Abigail was picking up the last few items on her list: bottled water, low fat cookies and of course tissues. One should always have lots of tissues on a long trip. As she was paying for the few items in her basket, she spied a small, one shot, fire extinguisher. Without thinking she added the cylinder to her pile. Now she was ready.
Fire. She could see the car just ahead. A woman was standing beside the vehicle looking lost. She wasn’t screaming or panicking, just quietly standing and staring. Abigail pulled her car over and stopped. Quickly she grabbed her newly purchased fire extinguisher and raced to the burning vehicle. It didn’t take much to put out the fire, it was still quite small. If the gas tank or the engine oil had caught fire . . . Everything was under control. The woman hadn’t moved the entire time. She just stood and stared. Thank all that is holy that Abigail had come by at just the right time. She wondered what it was that had made her pick up a fire extinguisher at the last moment. It wasn’t something she had ever had in her car before. It was exactly what she had needed today, but how had she known ahead of time?
David enjoyed his early morning drives. It gave him time to decompress, to relax. There was no one pestering him, no one concerned about what he had to say, no responsibilities, no life and death decisions. He relished this time alone.
He chuckled. He was also a creature of habit so everyone knew where he would be at any given moment. Even on his well known drives. And then, without thinking, he turned right instead of left. This was not his usual route but he didn’t change direction. Perhaps he was curious. Perhaps it was an error. Perhaps he was guided by another’s hand.
There was a bump in the road ahead so David slowed down. As he grew closer, he realized it was a body, no, it was a man and he was alive. David had spent the last 20 years as an emergency room doctor. He had never had to use his skills outside a sterile room but now he was glad he had made a wrong turn.
The man lived. His children kept their father. His wife kept her husband. And their lives continued. All because one man looking for a little peace and quiet made a wrong turn. But did he?
Ahmed looked at his paper. He knew he was right. But how to get the others to understand that something was going on. The students in his writing class just thought that he liked Science Fiction. But his Physics teacher was starting to understand. There were too many incidents. Documented occurrences. There was a correlation. There’s something pushing us, perhaps making us better? There was definitely something going on. Something . . .
Director, we may have a problem. I am getting a red light on Facilitator 439122 at grid 19, section 4. We have been having problems with this particular model. It appears that they have a more superior capacity for problem solving than we were initially led to believe. This particular Facilitator is beginning to question the regularity of the designed incidents. It is important for the validity of our tests and our test subjects, that any and all management be undisclosed. Otherwise all the results will be useless. Director, please advise.
Administrator, the subjects were chosen for your research based on their innate ability to adapt to unfamiliar situations. I would suggest that you amend your data to accommodate this unforeseen propensity for disentanglement. If you feel that your research will be unduly compromised then I suggest you terminate that particular line of research.
It was not an easy decision. A great deal of time had been spent cultivating the necessary specimens. But the research had become contaminated. They were starting to understand. There was no other alternative. End transmission.
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