2007 readies the final curtain. One last act. One last moment. The show has reached its end.
But the finale is still to come. Its name has been said billions of times. It has given birth to many things, but also death, love, peace, war, hatred, and everything any other year has given. It has lived its life, its only year. Out of time, out of every year that has ever ticked by, this was its year. Its year to shine. And it did.
Now it’s cleaning and tidying the theater for the new year. The new act. The new moment so it can live. 2008 — such a inexperienced infant. It will grow, however, and blossom into another grain of sand that falls in place in the hour glass of history.
Even if there are only a few grains left at the top that still have to fall.
Only God knows
when it’s time. (Not the History Channel.)
