I propose the whole world
can be explained by
just eight letters.
A. B.
C. D.
The beginning
of the alphabet.
Four letters to explain
all of humanity.
The characters are the
representatives of Time and
space. Mere parts in the
sum of the whole.
Every era known to mankind is
encapsulated in
the four letters at the
beginning of it all.
T.
I.
M.
E.
Time Emits off our fingertips.
Refracting like light to make
incandescent rainbows
with a cloud at one end
and a pot of gold
at the other.
Seeing the
rainbow is the
promise that reminds
me we are given
just a fragment of
of Time to spend;
We are just one coin
in the pot of life’s
circumstances.
E.
M.
I.
T.
The combination of
letters almost
reminds me of a
childhood fantasy.
Because once upon a
Time I dreamed dreams,
and those dreams led
me to Harvard or
Yale or to MIT.
But the dreams died out
and the refracted
rainbow-pot-of-gold delusion
gave way to
pure and un-adultered.
black and white.
Logic.
EMIT equals TIME
re-arranged.
Two words with
completely different
meanings. Yet childhood
is the thread that
connects all the run-away
dots together.
And then we’re back to the
beginning. Just those same
four letters,
once again.
A. B. C. D.
equals
B.C.—A.D.
re-arranged.
B.C.—A.D.
Equals
T. I. M. E.
Proof that this is
the over-arching
story of it all.
This is the History of
our people.