Something about Sunday

It is Sunday, a day of reflection and introspection.

I am not sure why. I suppose because it is the be-

ginning of a new week. Or is it because another

week in a lifetime has passed?

It appears as if Venus and Jupiter are side by side

in pre-dawn the sky, Venus appearing the larger

of the two even though it is not, a matter of per-

ceptive deception.

I look over photographs I had taken in Greece some

twenty-eight years ago. I am sure that the Acropolis

stands pretty much the same, even though over two

thousand years have since gone by since it was built.

I consider the cells in my body which keep me alive.

They are not the same cells of which I was composed

so many years ago. Since then, regenerated cells have

replaced the older cells which have given in to time.

You would think, given that cycle in life, one would grow

younger and younger each year. But alas, that is not the

case. I now have a new set of cells which have only served

to age me to this deteriorating state I find myself today.

And some of these newbie cells now grow hair from my

nose and ears, a phenomena which I did not experience

in my earlier years. Ancient ruins such as the Acropolis

don’t have to concern themselves with such things.

And I’m sure should Jupiter consider how much smaller

than Venus it appears to me from my perspective here

on Earth, it might tell me to take another look from Sa-

turn’s vantage point next time.

And you, dear reader, may be asking what on Earth

possessed me to even consider drivel such as this in

the first place. Well, it is Sunday, a day of reflection

and introspection after all.

And something in my aging molecular, cellular makeup

gave me pause. How else to explain this crazy life thing

anyway? And why in hell on Sunday, what’s up with that?

Chris Hanch  10-25-15