I probably had the deepest thought I'll ever have when I was four. I was waiting for my mom to pick me up from school; she was late and all my little classmates were gone. I began pondering time. I was particularly struck by its transitory nature and the elusiveness of "now." I was amazed by the fact that I couldn't hold a thought in that now...that that moment was gone as soon as I registered it.What my four-year self didn't grasp was the beauty of the now. I planted tulips this past fall and they bloomed recently. The flowers lasted no more than two weeks before wilting and leaving spent, desolate stalks--but, oh, what a beautiful two weeks they were!
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