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Time and Verbal Vomit

Updated: Sep 16, 2022

Time. Why are we so bloody obsessed with time? Time rules our world, dictates when we eat, when we sleep, when we work, when we travel, and sadly for how long we travel. Time always seems to be the one thing that we never have enough of and yet it is also the thing that we seem to waste the most of. I long to be free from the human construct of time as much as possible. I'm not saying that time isn't real or not driven by the Universe because I believe it is, but does the Universe care that there is 24 hours in a day? I think not. The Universe just dictates that everything has a beginning and an end. I have found that being off, there I go again with a time reference, long enough to forget not only what time it is but what day it is is something that I find simply amazing. To have the perception of being free from that Universal constant and be alive in the moment (no pun intended) is my primal definition of enjoying life.

Time is the one thing I don't seem to dedicate enough of toward this little project of mine. Just this week a few more people have found my little slice of the Internet and have subscribed! How amazingly cool is that? Makes me grin like a Cheshire Cat just to think about it. I haven't advertised or really promoted this journey other than a few cool logo stickers on a few friend's cars (Email me your address if you would like one. I'm slightly biased but I think they're phenomenal) and some occasional FB and IG post, yet total strangers found me somehow and are following along. Freaking awesome!

While being found on the Internet is cool it has also brought to the forefront that I need to spend more time illuminating my world for those crazy enough, or bored enough I suppose, to occasionally follow along. I'm not trying to build an empire here, but I've read hundreds of travel blogs and I think this one has legs as I'm not trying to sell you something you don't need, I'm just writing my life as an experiment and hoping you follow along and engage me sometimes. Who knows where this will lead, but I sort of feel obligated to keep things current. So please be patient with me as I figure out the grove I need to make this work.

The verbal vomit commit wasn't just meant to catch your attention, it is my self-described writing style. Just this morning I was rereading the Appalachian Redeaux post and found some typos! I may blister some of them in text messages and not be bothered by them, but truly don't want them in the lens you view me through if you will.

I often type at an alarming rate and the brain is spinning even faster. Throw in some auto corrections from the Mac that aren't highlighted as possibly being the wrong word and BAM I have typos. Mac chooses surprise when I meant suppressed. Oops.

All of this rambling is to let you know that every single page on this experiment is plastic and subject to constant evolution and change. Perhaps I will catch the typo or other error, though it might be the fourth or fifth reread whenever that happens, but feel free to reach out if you see something I've messed up and haven't got. It would be appreciated to be honest.

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Nov 14, 2020

Absolutely. Perfect place to be in tune with the Universe I believe.


Wayne Hunsucker
Wayne Hunsucker
Nov 14, 2020

I enjoyed this. Was thinking that we can talk about the construct of time one night while we're lying on the ice watching the lights; seems a good setting for such a conversation.

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