Red pills hurt

NPR was introducing a few books that they guaranteed will "bring your childhood back". It was clear that particular journalist's definition of "childhood" was "the time where you had no concept of time." When "your day was just one long, pleasurable, present." They say that cats and dogs have the cognitive skills equivalent to those of a seven year old human child. So though I have no direct experience with observing the behavior of a kid for and extended amount of time, from seeing what my cat does it really does seem to be true that cats, and perhaps seven year olds, do live strictly in the present. You never see a cat point at the clock demanding its dinner; She just demands dinner when she wants dinner.

In a similar sense it seems that childhood is a time that is void of thinking of relationships and consequences. I guess if you live in a constant present with eternity seemingly ahead of you, you need not worry about thinking up a "five year plan", or what to eat for dinner, or worry about buying a house in a year, or how to term a sticky phrase so that you will be able to weasel out of a situation in the future. Most importantly, a time where you can meet new people just because you liked having them around you at that point of time, not because they may open up new opportunities that will add up into your premeditated promotion scheme.

Live like a child is what the wise claim. So should every moment count? Should a moment today accumulate to a moment tomorrow, or should net present value apply?

I swallowed the Red Pill today. So this kind of stuff happens even to spring greens like me. May my Creator please put that muzzle across my face and a bit across my tongue, because He sure knows that contemplation and hand shaking is not part of my given arsenal. May the Lord bless the grown-up soul, it needs all the blessings it can get; now I finally understand His cruel proclamation: only the children will be able to enter his Kingdom.