Greenwich was several transfers and then a long walk up a steep hill to see a strip of metal imbeded in the stones surrounding the Royal Observatory.
The space was filled with people speaking many languages all wanting to have their pictures taken on the Prime Meridian.
All of this to remind myself how much we like to think we control our time. One of the things I'm reminded of when traveling is that time does not mean the same thing to me as it does to others. When I'm in a hurry the lorry driver unloading his cargo that makes me wait in the road foe what seems like hours is waisting me time while my lingering at Stonehenge when the workers are trying to get everyone out because it is 7 and the signs say closing is at 7 seems like an imposition.
Time as helpful of a concept as it is really is about me. It is about my schedule and desire to make the world revolve around what I think is important.
All of this is a long way around the round a bout to say it isn't easy trying to get on Gods time rather than Sids time.
But I'm trying.
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