21,550 isn’t all that a big number. . .

Until, until it is.

If a person were allowed to live for 21,550 days, 3.078 weeks would have been ventured; 707 months survived, 15 leap years endured…

1,861,904,152 seconds
31,031,735 minutes
517,195 hours
1,539 fortnights
792 lunar moons
414 dog years
60.81 lunar years
2.27 generations
0.59 centuries
0.05904 milleniums
0.00000025669823197229 galactic years

…Countless Moments. . . .

As much as we are not a Label, we are not a distinct moment.

We are so very, very much more and much, much more to become.

What. . .which day isn’t a Birth Day…which day isn’t one we haven’t expired to be birthed again…in another, new way?

I’ve decided to become, without another fortnight or galactic, nanosecond to pass,

A PERSON OF NO AGE.

Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.
–Wu Men (Hui-k’ai)

I’m inspired and awed by so much and better–so very, very MANY.

Pause…as I have a few moments before writing these few facts/figures and thoughts from Sherry Ruth Anderson’s story about harp lessons (in this google link below)

http://books.google.com/books?id=fG4dAgAAQBAJ&lpg=PT53&ots=q2SKD57_Jn&dq=sherry+ruth+anderson+ripening+time+harpo+marx&pg=PT52#v=onepage&q=sherry%20ruth%20anderson%20ripening%20time%20harpo%20marx&f=false

How about it? Are you up for becoming a Person of No Age?

Join me…let’s be TIMELESS…and oh yeah…Happy Birth

Day.