Point number 1: In a way life has slowed down, sped up. turned left and right, and yet when I think about it. Who has been in control, certainly not me, some other force has been driving, some auto-pilot has took control of the wheel. And I certainly can feel it.
Point number 2: I'm cutting all the fat off, the things deemed unneeded are slowly being tossed into the sea of time. With more focus on the knowledge and finer things of life. [clarification] The finer things in life, meaning the spirit that resides in these objects are coming to life.
Point number 3: There is something that is repeating in my head, my grandfather talked about his experience in World War 2 a few years ago. A few years ago means 10 and recently it's meaning has a resounding effect in my mind.
The story: While he was in the war he was on a submarine, he never was attacked nor never did attack, he was just on a submarine somewhere in the Atlantic. On the submarine he was in charge of the shooting of the torpedo. When shooting a torpedo he had to line up everything so that the torpedo would hit it's objective. But the lining up of the torpedo had to be very precise if he was .0001 off the torpedo would be off and never hit it's goal, when he used to make watches, if he did not make his watch with 100% accuracy the watch would slowly be off a second for everyday or two seconds for everyday. Accuracy and being precise meant either being killed or destroying the enemy. Or having your watch be off and missing the bus.