If knowledge is money, is it because they both can come up short? And can be banked and used over and over and be squandered like time? Is it that time stands out because it can’t be banked or used again and again? Is this a revolting yet merciful default mode? Not being able to go back and do it differently and knowing this, a blessing?
Do opportunities and blessings
like clouds float in the sky noticed or not
and come and go like weather
with elegance, force, and beauty?