David Kettlewell
"IF I ONLY HAD TEN
HOURS MORE EACH WEEK..."
exclaimed a friend, in an
anguish of guilt and
self-recrimination at
not having written for several months. "I just didn't have the time"
is another version you hear pretty often, as if time were something
one sometimes had, and sometimes didn't have, like money to spend: or
as if Time were a being with a will of his own, some-whiles
stretching himself out and allowing lots of things to be done,
other-whiles, all according to his fancy, drawing himself in and -
cackling
maliciously to himself like
Rumpelstiltskin - calling
a halt before the wretched
humans have accomplished all
the tasks they have been set..
Lots of people seem to derive a degree of comfort from blaming
their troubles on a force outside of themselves, some greater power
over which they have no control -
Providence, Bureaucracy,
Dyslexia or Time: and if that comfort is enough to satisfy your own
needs, then you need read no further here.