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Mimi stops talking for a second. It’s just a second but it’s a very sweet second. I think as many thoughts as I can before she starts talking again so that the second seems longer.

As I contemplated the concept of a “sweet second”, I found myself wondering if there is a new lesson here that I need to teach anyone. I realize a blog isn’t all about being didactic. In fact, some might say it’s best to steer away from the aura of mentorship altogether and focus on being entertaining. I’ve never felt the two had to be or should be exclusive though and, with regards to my own tactics of expression, I’ve more often than not felt I was being most respectful to an audience if while sharing an opinion I strove to grant insight while simultaneously grabbing for attention in a creative, interesting manner.

Anyway, that’s another blog. We’ve still that “sweet second” to talk about…

You know the “sweet second” yourself. I don’t have to introduce you. It isn’t truncating a Noah’s ark’s worth of thoughts into a single temporal space of time. Rather we usually know it as an actual “moment”, a sequence of consecutive temporal events which all seem to form a contiguous conglomerate of action. It is both the loud concert from a week ago and the silence in the car. It’s the cheering in the stadium and the hush over the golf green. It’s the dying of thirst on a long, long walk and the first sip of refreshing water when you finally get a drink.

The sweet second has a thousand faces and we recognize them all.

So, given I already know that you’re as familiar with the Sweet Second as am I, what do I have to offer you regarding it that no other person does? What is my special revelation about the Sweet Second?

My revelation is not especially new to humanity, but it is an observation that has rewarded me much so far as I’ve applied it to my own experiences. In case you didn’t know it… ALL seconds are sweet seconds and seconds don’t really have a thousand faces… they have ONE really long, ever transforming expression!

Everything that happened between the concert and the silence in the car was a sweet second. Everything between the stadium and the green. Everything between thirst and the drink.

This is important. Don’t. Miss. Your seconds.

When you learn to savor your seconds and not just your moments, you are learning to savor your part in infinity and (maybe even by extension) infinity itself. This is the practice of understanding the connection between the first breath you took and the last one you expect to take. It grounds you in the past, in the present, and in the future, and, by golly, is likely the closest you’re ever going to get to omnipresence while on this rotating ball of mud.

Appreciate infinity. Appreciate your seconds. Know that all things can be and are best apprehended when viewed as being… “Sweet!”

Speaking of sweet, here are some sweet quotes from Joe Joe Joe by Peasant:

  • [Mimi stops talking for a second. It’s just a second but it’s a very sweet second. I think as many thoughts as I can before she starts talking again so that the second seems longer.]
  • “An interruption is like a road block. That’s what Frankie says. And I didn’t stop your sentence. I got it where it was going sooner so I’d like you to thank me” Joe
  • [her eyebrows cuddle up close to each other]
  • [if my mouth corners were pointing up, Mimi would be able to say that I was being sarcastic. I don’t know what exactly mouth corners have to do with being sarcastic, but I know I’m never sarcastic. It means you’ve said something that means the opposite of what you said.]
  • “Whites don’t fit like jeans.” Joe

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