THE WAY WE MARK TIME … There was a time when I was a young seminary student, studying Latin, Greek and the classics. A time when I too believed in the stories that I’d been told since childhood: Santa Claus, the Holy Trinity, the Immaculate Conception. When I too marched out of my chapel pew to the soaring exhilaration of bellowing organ pipes, transfixed in the toccata ecstasy of Widor’s 5th Symphony … But entering my 8th decade on this blue earthship, I’m flabbergasted by my society of fellow shipmates measuring the days and months anno domini “in the year of the lord,” as though we were still medieval peasants in fealty to the nearest castle’s king. Still cataloguing our time on earth and even our biology by “orders” and “species” and “kingdoms.”
