# 4 - THOT

Life has plans.

But I'm sure they don't include a nine to five job or the 8:34 local
train bursting at the sides with too many people and too little time.
Or insurance papers with details marked with a 'x' you're not sure are
necessary - precautions in an increasingly cautious world.

Life. A simple word. Made complicated by the baggage that the modern
world places on it. Trips to the end of the universe to know more
about alien forms of life, but not one single visit to the neighbors
across the street.

Time. A slightly more complex detail. With days and hours and seconds
introduced to make it simpler. 365 days in a year. No wait, there are
a little more in a leap year. And 24 hours in a day. But not all at
the same time. They have time zones for that. So if we're zipping past
three continents it's possible we've just lived through the same hour
three times. Isn't that time travel? Hasn't that time already occurred
in some portion of the world?

Breath. Present in each one of us. Goes in and out of our bodies,
touching the icky insides without so much as a tickle. Makes us live
but doesn't make its presence felt…like wind and cool breeze on a
Friday evening that we know we can enjoy a little bit more because
there's no work tomorrow.

Money. Created. Little fancy looking notes and coins that rule
destiny. We can burn them, crush them, destroy them. But we don't. We
hoard them till it consumes us whole. Let bits of paper pulp lead a
monstrous existence in our head. We've given them too much space. And
like all pulp, it sticks to grey matter and turns our brain into paper
mache.

Space. A notion of what the world would be without mortar and lime.
Without ego and the superfluity of fashion. It's an innate sense of
nature and the elements and we can sense disorder even before it
happens. How and why are for the ones with scientific spirits to ask.
And to find no answers. For they prefer to peer with their microscopes
than walk barefoot through wet grass for fear of mites. Things they
will not like may surface and maybe they're afraid of believing what
they already believe anyway. Space is all the fluids of our bodies
mingling with the atmosphere through thin membranes. If we look
closely we are all one body, of equal mass and value. Bodies within
bodies within bodies.

Spirit. Soul. Silence. The absence of sound. And body. And disbelief.