What is a moment?
A measurement of time we call a “second?” A heart beat? A blink of the eyelid?
If it’s just a time slice, how is it that one moment is more important than the next?
Moments are phenomena of our perception. It holds “import” to us and therefore stands out. Imagine a field of lush, verdant grass…why would one solitary bloom of scarlet catch our eye? Our mind packages together the million blades into a “field” with seemingly comparable weight as the one bloom - both components of the landscape. What piques the interest of the mind to prioritize Color as enough reason to glorify the solitary flower?
Sunday, two blooms stood in the field together; how ironic that there should be any fear in our minds that, in our diversity, we would stand out.
