"Not at first, perhaps" said the Hatter: "but you could keep it to half-past one as long as you like." (73)
What is a clock?
Inverse and concavely is sort of how I'd describe my college experience. Oh, heres a class that says "strong writing component". I'll take that one. Tick Tock. "I think you might do something better with the time," she said, "than wasting it in asking riddles that have no answers". (72)
Not to raise a stink, but I hadn't time to blink to muster the stink of the horridness that plagued me, the mite that crawled up my sleeve and whispered in my ear--a secret.
Indeed, it's pretty hard coming into a school dreaming that it would be easy. I can relate with Alice, in that, even dreams don't come easy.
"I dare you say you never even spoke to time" (72).
I disagree with the Mad Hatter. I'd like to go back and brush off a few things that plagued my worry when I entered upon campus...
"If you knew Time as well as I do, " said the Mad Hatter, "you wouldn't talk about wasting it. it's him."
Indeed, from the the general to the specific--from the distant to the near, never fear. Time is everywhere, the past, the future, the present, in 5 minutes, now, and now... and even now and now and ... NOW.
Now, too!
It's a tick and a tock, a click and a clock a tip and the pot breaks.... that's how it is hear at UT. The college experience is no simple task. Technical difficulties are a pain in the ass. But life goes on, just like Alice's story.
"Perhaps not", Alice cautiously replied; "but I know I have to beat time when I learn music."(72)
I may have recently stumbled across a bit of bad luck at the beautiful garden at the 40 acres. I do admit it has been a rough start, but I'm more of a mind over matter kinda guy. I've faced the challenges of playing my way out of the obstacles that time brings. What's important is that I know that the future is uncertain--more so than a fairy tale. One thing is clear, time is unforgiving. You can't take it back--the real events of time. You can only retell it, and add your own narrative, so that it suits the way you'd like to remember it.
Time is a parasite, a tick--but it's also very important to respect and endear. I've always, no matter what, held to the belief of respecting my elders. For it is father time, the great father who will teach you the most....
I relate with Alice's response to time, "Now, I'll manage better this time," she said to herself, and began by taking the little golden key, an unlocking the door that led into the garden. Then she set to work nibbling at the mushroom (she had kept a piece of it in her spocket) till she was about a foot hight: the she walked down the little passage: and then--she found herself at last in the beautiful garden, among the bright flower-beds and the cool fountains.'
Is Alice perhaps a bit superstitious? What does the Mushroom mean? My interpretation is that it's her way of dealing with father time. I often, when I feel the need to connect spiritually, been known to keep a tiger's eye in my pocket, sometimes--other times not.
But what I found interesting is that Alice was chewing on the mushroom. I did this, too, when I felt locked up within the ill-timed deadlines of father time, so I chewed on a rock--and chipped my tooth!
Sometimes the ill effects of time are really just a figment of your mind.
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