Relative Something

How many dark and stormy nights does it take before we learn not to step down into the unlit basement? There is something creepy about the way things change while staying the same.

“Everything comes and goes

marked by lovers, and styles of clothes”

from the song “Down To You” on the album, Court and Spark by Joni Mitchell

Something triggered me into thinking about the time period when I was entering the work force after finishing school, 30-some years ago. There is so much that has changed. There are so many things that I don’t remember. But mostly, I feel like I keep doing the same work, over and over again.

It is the same, and it is different. Everything.

Have you ever heard the notion that the experience of deja vu could be the simple result of an imperceptible delay between the two signals arriving to our brain from each of our eyes? It is possible that our mind senses the delay and interprets the second input as already being familiar. The same, but different.

Same problem, different day.

Even the days keep repeating. Maybe we should rename each day of the week so there are no repeats. That would help.

Who gets that job?