Here is my strange theory of the week. A couple of years ago it was reported that the first poetry was discovered, and it was by a woman, a Babylonian priestess (I think), something of that sort. She was wailing in this poem about why God would bring this terrible destruction upon them? Why there was this killing fire in the sky that was destroying so grievously her world? Suddenly this popped into my head today, and I wondered, what if we are only vaguely separated from all of time and being, and her complaints, coming to us from 6000 years ago, are actually about things happening in her time due to what we are doing in her area, in this time? What if things are a lot more delicate than we can imagine? What if the hellish actions we take in this time, move through time, and influence or damage time its self. Now the tremendous power of the Sun is a part of what we all share and have shared, it isn't constant, but it is a constant of existence, both its energy and its embrace. Maybe our acts are so extraordinary, and contrary to the process of life, that they do damage across a spectrum, we do not yet understand? Maybe that Buddist thing of doing no harm, and staying unattached has to do with leaving the fabric of time intact?