What if there were no clocks?

No weekly schedules. No calendars. No New Year’s Day.

No numbers to mark your age.

No BC or AD. No Judeo-Christian notion of history and forward motion.

What if there were no machine on my kitchen wall ticking away the sands, no hour glasses to measure moments?

What if the word moment didn’t even exist?

What if it all just was as it is?

And the stars were just stars and the sun and moon were simply dancers.

What would we worry about then?

Would we enjoy the sight of humming birds in the purple thicket more?