Image of the full moon one August

There is no time like never. In fact, never is the absence of time, its imagined opposite. And so right now, this is a time that would never happen: I’m on the beach in the middle of the night in my underwear leaned against a log waiting for the moon to break through the clouds. It’s been taking forever, another form of time defined by its absence, by being on the brink of happening but taking too long.

When it does come out it’s the reflection of the moon on the ocean that’s more dazzling than the moon itself. It breaks upon the surface of the water like glittering jewels. And hangs in the air suspended like a ghost. And everything is covered in its silvery glow.

It could be like a print negative, that’s what never is like: the image of what you were doing in reverse. I’m never going to drink again. It will never be the same. Some things never change.

You see, never is the opposite of time or the failure to realize it. And like forever it’s part of a narrative we tell ourselves, out of reach. Never and forever are kin in the untouchable. Neither is to be trusted. I will love you forever is just as untrue as I will never love you again.

I have taken too long in the middle of the night moon gazing when I should be getting some rest. It was like some odd shape, the silhouette of a horse on its hind legs, how the moon lit up the clouds as it tried to push through. And there will never be another moon like that one.

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  1. Wonderful weaving of invisible/intangible time with imagery of moon reflections in rippling water … great wordsmithing that scene! [Tho we cannot control the never/ever duration of anything, I am a believer in affirmations to create change and to ease me toward a desired state … hats off to moment-by-moment perspective in these lines.]

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    • Golly thanks Jazz, glad it resonated! Had some images and ideas, still rough and not realized, good reflection of its author perhaps. Ha ha! Enjoy the day, the remains of the month.

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  2. I once read a human interest thing in the paper about a guy with a terminal disease. In a photo he was by the window in the hospital drinking a glass of wine. If you were going to die a a specific time that you knew in advance, would you have a drink? Is it better to stay true to you convictions (I’ll never drink again) or say what the hell, it’s not like you’re going to restart a habit… I would have the drink. Sort of pathetic how much time I’ve spent thinking about this.

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  3. Great existential pondering here, with the perfect imagery.

    You’ve reminded me of my own song, “Never Is Forever,” which gets into the same ideas. Some fun, being human and able to contemplate time …

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  4. Never say never again. We love our absolutes, we ape-descended life forms. Which is kind of funny, being mayflies to the universe, shaken not stirred.

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  5. Never is a very very long time

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  6. I love your description of the moon’s light pushing through the clouds, the shimmering reflection on the water.

    As to ‘never?’ Well, ‘hardly ever’.

    Thank you, Bill.

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    • Hi David! Thank you for this, was a wonderful time I had out on the Olympic peninsula. Life is good, hope yours is this week too…be well!

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      • The Olympic Pennsylvania looks really good and I will do a bit more than browse at a few pics from Google over the weekend. It’s a little like the region we visited in Victoria (Au) earlier this year, and as the other Victoria has always been on my wish list of places to visit, I will do some dream-planning.

        All the best.


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      • I can’t say enough good things about Victoria BC, David! Yes we were in the Hoh rain forest on the Olympic peninsula, a very nice place….

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