Which comes first? The chicken or the egg. Does it matter?
Soon 2024 will be left behind in an archive older than time itself. The year becomes new again in 2025. There is a beginning and an end to every new year. The ever-moving hand of time turns the dial of this transformation.
Those of us who live within time's framework must follow along. What would it take to escape this framework? Could one enter into a melting pot of the past, present, and the future existing all at once? Could one move freely from one to the other, and to the other? Would you turn into a chameleon in the process?
Keeping track of the chicken and the egg would be nearly impossible. Does it really matter who came first?
Side note: I was inspired after reading some Ogden Nash poems, and reading about Puff, the Magic Dragon. The year of the dragon is coming to an end soon. The new year requires some introspection before it begins.
My name is Katherine J. Krein. I lost my father in June of 2013, and then I lost my mother in November of the same year. After they both died I went through a mind-warping number obsession that has taken me years to control. This is my story. It is now 2025. I still use this site to post some poems and thoughts. My obsession has faded, however, I still notice the numbers. Faith, hope, and love is what guides me now.
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