Monday, and another week-end has passed.
Collectively, we have all lost another week-end,
even though there are no weeks, only mind-made
designations, and so no real week-end, no time
to regret the passing of what never was.
We have made a group agreement to invest infinity
with arbitrary demarcations, thus this is a week,
and because of that, this the week-end.
Monday in dreamtime, and everyone is drinking coffee
in similar coffee cups and passing around a picture
of a cat in the rain, making a funny cat face.
One friend says:
“Here is a funny cat picture!”
Another friend says: “Look at this cat in the rain!”
Yet another writes: “This is such a funny cat in the rain!”
More friends copy the picture and send it to each other.
Now everyone has shared the same picture, they post it
back and forth to each other until it becomes iconic,
a viral sensation on the collective social media.
I receive copies of the same picture in my mail,
over and over again. On one picture, somebody
has added a quote from a Persian poet who is dead
and never saw this cat in the rain. Nevertheless,
he has provided an uplifting comment.
Soon the coffee is drunk, the cups are empty,
the cat picture has lost its allure, and then everyone
finally gets down to work, musing in their secret hearts
about the next week-end, and how far away it seems.