Profound reflections by Richard Mc Sweeney on a sampling of life's eternal concerns
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Reflections on a sampling of life’s eternal concerns.
Like all my writings, Generations Reaching is being presented as a time barque for the generations of our future, thence enabling them to know, and to come to appreciate the reflections and aspirations that one of their ancestors had, with respect to a sampling of life’s eternal concerns while happily living simply and plainly with his wife and two children in a 21st century of his era; happily living simply and plainly in a beautiful border village that the people of his day called Tallow, on the lovely isle they called Eire, of the fragile planet they called Earth, of the solar system he called Garden, of the spiral galaxy they called Milky Way, of the thirty galaxies or more they called Local Group, of the beyond and beyond which he called Horizon, and of the that which they called Great Universe.
Generations of the future in their readings and reflections on this work will be with the delight of knowing that all those decades, hundreds, and thousands and more of years ago, one of their ancestors was already with bringing them and their time to his mind.
Contemporary readers of today's world are cordially invited as honoured guests on board the exquisite Time Barque of the Eternal Ocean for its precious cargo to bethink for themselves, and to bless before it sets sail from out of the bay of our own day.
"Chapter 1 A fragrance so lovely
One sunny Saturday morning I was sweeping the footpath outside the front door of our house.
I was using a fine strong yard brush that I had bought down at Cunningham's the village hardware store.
As I was sweeping I was daydreaming.
And this is what I was dreaming.
"I am the Sun in the sky.
Truly I am the Sun and know nothing about any Human.
Then by somehow I find myself to be a Human.
Truly I am a Human and know nothing about any Sun."
With coming out of this daydream, I couldn't rightly say for sure whether I was a Human that had dreamt he was the Sun or the Sun that had dreamt it was a Human.
I thought to myself there must be some difference surely between being a Human and being the Sun.
Yet, do you know what?
I couldn't for the life of me say if I really knew what that difference might be.
Verily, I concluded that I am undergoing translations.
Now I am the Sun, then here a Human, and there about Something else; continuously translating.
And then it came to me that everything then must be undergoing translations all of the time.
This thought made a whole lot of goodly sense to me.
So I stopped the sweeping for a little while, and leant my oxter on the handle of the brush to look up at the sky that I may give that thought some further consideration.
Oh, I don't know for how long I was lost there in such fine contemplation, but didn't I find myself looking across the street at Kay's Flower shop.
Day after day she has it looking lovely; taking great care that the floral displays on the windows are always ahead of festive days such as Valentine's, Saint Patrick's, Daffodil and Mother's Day.
They often remind me of the classic 1960 movie “The Time Machine” in which the boutique across the street keeps changing with the times.
Trevor's Bridgestone Tyre Centre, that is also on the other side of the street was already open.
By the way Trevor is Kay's husband; a diligent and honest man.
I waved to Paul who works there in Bridgestone.
"Nice morning Paul?"
"It is indeed Richard."
Paul's wife Maeve had a baby girl last year.
I am very happy for them as this is their first child.
May they be with many more blessings.
The morning was quiet with the only sounds being of some happy crows gliding about playfully above the village. Bridgestone was quiet too.
You are not going to believe this, but suddenly a giant tyre; yes a giant tyre came rolling out the gate of Bridgestone all of its own accord!
It was like no tyre I had ever seen before or have ever seen since. Surely it was three and a half to four meters (twelve feet) in diameter and about a meter (three feet) in width. It reminded me of a tyre you might see on television on one of those super-sized trucks that they use in the copper mines in Chile.
Now most tyres, if not all to the best of my knowledge are coloured black, but this one was clearly coloured a mossy
green. But there was something else too very unusual about it.
There was someone ‘in’ the tyre!
Yes, there was someone in there where the wheel would be and was rolling with it.
I couldn't believe my eyes, and I know you will find this hard to believe, but there sitting inside in the giant mossy green tyre was ... "