All cyclical; no beginning and or end, but is there a chance of it jolting into reverse? And who is spinning the wheel? �Chris for Christ sakes keep your eyes on the road.� The car swerved back over the braille guidelines of white reflected light. �You almost got us killed! Pull over.� Chris cautiously moved the car across the stressed expressway. So what if I killed us, it�d be better than waiting for cancer to eat away at your prostate in twenty years. He cocked his head at his father then back to the road. He didn�t turn off his blinker, through the two lanes and onto the meridian. �Get out, I don�t have time for this.� Is it like a clock? Round and round endlessly and aimlessly, traffic on an interstate turnabout. Have you ever watched one? A clock, the stubby hour hand parading slowly behind the minute hand, behind the second hand, exponentially-logarithmically. They never stop; does the human body? What if it�s like time? Not the brown-yellow hi-lighted clock with a 4:40 moustache from your favorite animated movie, he�s a caricature we use to animate time, to mask the effects of time. What about time itself? A clock mimics the uneventful repetitions of an assumption about time; that it repeats. Does time repeat! The same silver Civic passes by Chris and his father, catches Chris� attention. It�s the same car from the same dealership with the same licensee plate frame, how different are the people? They�re late for a wedding. A wedding that neither Chris nor his father want to go to but they�re trapped between the quickly ticking social structure of a second hand relationship; Chris� mother. She�s getting re-married; the first marriage wasn�t good enough; Chris� father wasn�t good enough � for her. She wanted BMWs and Chris drug the honeymoon on a pick-up truck trailer hitch. The traffic blew Chris� collar up from it�s pressed fold and teased through his hair. All he saw was tires going around, 9000 RPMs. Only the inevitable noise of air particles slamming over plastic-glass windshield. The wheels round and round. The cars never stop. They keep flying through the valley for work at the same time every day. The same time everyday? for the same appointments at the same places that finish up so everyone can go home at the same time. The same? Are we, they, convinced that time is the same everyday? That it doesn�t continue? That it repeats every 24 hours? 24 hours ago Chris passed his permit test and took his fist drivers training the same afternoon. Shinny police cars passed him after faster cars, other teenage drivers honking their horns. He was on the freeway for the first time after two hours of suburban training. His adrenaline beat through blue veins as he drove his foot into the pedal, brought the car to 65, felt the world try to hold the moving object still. This is the convention that consumes our lives; if time doesn�t continue, if it repeats everyday, then how do we age, wither and wear through the years? We build this circle to encompass time and consequentially our mortality is encapsulated along with it. So we run our lives like nothing�s going to change tomorrow, the alarm clock will still wake us up at 7:30 AM and the coffee at work will still be Luke warm by the time we get there. The same tasks will need doing again. Exactly how do we change? Take away the clock! Don�t let inevitability ruin our lives! Time does not repeat, only our actions move in repetition. Instead time spirals through our lives like a bottle opener through the aged cork of a fine Merlot. The same motions go forward, the sun rises, the tides come in, the moon cycles around the earth and the birds fly back and fourth with the changing blooms of flowered seasons � Nothing repeats! It continues on full force into the future leaving the past behind. Yes, it�s cyclical, but a spiral, if you will, of life. At 65 the discounts are good. So that a deemed lifetime of work at trivial and meaningless actions the world slightly pays you back for not working right now with senior discounts. Retired and financially scraping by for the next 5 � 20 years of your life and everybody finally cuts you some slack. Thinks about it this way: there�s children�s discounts for kids until we turn 15, then put in your 40 years of 40 hours a week and we�re all back off the hook. Discounts galore! If Chris� father lives that long he�ll enjoy the discounts at the theatres. So he can watch the reels roll away and let movie stars rotate through his life seven individual frames per second.