Closing this Sunday with a morning glory is one of those juxtapositions that tickles me in the way it illuminates the bending of time that blogging affords. A morning glory for the evening? They haven’t been open for hours, and yet here one is, blooming away as if it’s the break of day. Bloggers have that kind of power and sway. We can shift time, creating portals into places where night is light and morning is dark. The world turns upside down because nothing here is real. Do you even know that this isn’t AI? Because I am most assuredly AI – born with the initials, born with the power, born with the ability and ambition, and just a tad too much human emotion to be any good for humanity in general. Sunday evening posts fronted by the glory of morning should be a little more meditative than apocalyptic, but that’s not the current world in which we live. Survival means something else now, Sunday evening or not.
Enjoy the morning, Glory.
