The Basement of Time

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.”

Norman Maclean, 1902-1990

The words ring out today to me as they did the first time I heard them years ago. Where does time begin? Where is its basement? Today many people talk about the end of the world as we know it. It has spread from those who follow a literal interpretation of the Bible to believers in a Mayan calendar that we scarcely understand. In my worldview, economics is the great destroyer and equalizer building and tearing apart Empires of all sorts as quickly as time will allow. While it seems so incredibly important to us, in reality time simply moves on. We are not important in the grand scheme. We are a minor blip and time marches on.

While we prepare for whatever happens to worry us we often fail to remember that in the beginning there was order brought from chaos, that some of the mountains we see and rocks we walk on were there in the beginning. They know the Creator and creation continues on as it has for millenia and we are the footnote. What matters is today. Will the world be better for you having lived today? Have you considered the words you leave behind under the rocks? If this is all that is to be left of our existence when we pass and all that will be remembered in the future, let us make them good words.


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