Musings in quiet time.
Long ago, as a student I was in a class situation where we were asked "How do you determine the age of a rock?"
Now, there are many learned answers that can keep many people involved for inordinate amounts of time. The suggestion that has remained in my conscious and sub-conscious (because I don't think about it all the time) was that you waited until the rock had a birthday and then counted the candles on its cake.
We are in no doubt that man has made many great advances and has has immense records of achievement in many fields of endeavor. We might say that all this progress is mapped in some way.
Political maps mark borders and boundaries, and even suggest representation and allegiance. Socio-economic maps discuss the attainment of wealth or lack of it. Third world countries over time become under-developed or developing countries, depending on current or politically correct language. Man-made lines determine ownership and control of smaller and smaller sections of the world, even down to details of dwellings and other structures.
Man's place in the order of things is puny compared to the massiveness and age of our planet, and hence it is topographical maps that change the least or the slowest. A river is a river, a mountain a mountain, and a rock is a rock, all seemingly without much change because the time period involved is mostly beyond our comprehension. We accept these things as being stationary and that we are the ones moving.
It is left to us to seek fame and some permanence such as an enduring headstone. Perhaps it is better for me to think less and act more decisively.
This is my time.