The Past Reaches Into the Present
A surprise tumbles out of the lost and found closet of the past.
It's obvious that we inherit the past, but I can forget that and live in an eternal present that has always been this way. The bricks in the slippery sidewalk have forever been old and crumbling. My forested neighborhood was never scruffy farmland with few trees. The invisible hands of history direct our movements as though we were marionettes.
In the m…