three hours different

which could be a reference to time zones of the usa or europe or other parts of the world and i will leave it for posterity, or you, to decide... the point is not to be mysterious or enigmatic (is there a difference?), the point is to suggest the meaninglessness of time in this writing and, if you can find the opening in your mind, in the life and universe and everything beyond... there is an introduction... there is a babbling aside... and there is meaning... the abc's of the written gardens since the scattered pages of earliest crayon scribbles between life and love in the library corner... the meaning is where you find it, naturally, but the obscurity is here, in the second moment as, for those who understand, simultaneously the relativity of time tells everything and nothing... if only you cared enough to discover, you might...