The Past
Outside my office building there is a tree root that that has enveloped an irrigation pipe. The pipe is lifted and is slowly buckling as the root grows over and under its captive. The pressure on the plastic pipe must be enormous and in a matter of time the pipe will inevitably break. Water will spill and maintenance will fix the leak. Everything will seem the same but in truth it won't be. Nature will again have proven that in man's never ending march toward progress it will always ultimately define the outcome. It seems as I grow older I find myself seeking to find my place in the world. It is a world filled with change, constantly adjusting, never quite the same. I feel like the pipe, twisting and turning and some day I will break. When you are young there is no limit to time yet some day you will wake up and realize that time is changing all that is around us including ourselves. When you live in a modern country like America we gain little sense of the past.