So, I got home from London Friday evening. To a FREEZING cold house. My heater's broken and won't be fixed until Monday morning. It's about 4°C (39.2°F) inside. And about 0°C (32°F) outside. Not much of a difference. No gap to bridge.
And since we're talking about gaps and bridges, a London photo. Of Big Ben.
He talked to me in hushed tones as I walked by. He spoke of time and its illusions. His precision, and he chuckled as he said this, is anchored in nothing at all. There is no need to wait, now is already here. Nothing linear, just unfolding promises, like an origami unicorn.