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CHANGE
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THINGS THAT DO AND THOSE THAT DON'T
AND ONE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

PREFACE

Change; change is the inevitable constant, a force of nature, driven, measured and observed by the laws of entropy on one hand and the magical forces of science, creativity, innovation, invention and engineering on the other. Time moves on second by second, hour by hour and year by year, forcing change upon us no matter what we try to slow or hold it back. Time is like the air we breathe and the rotation of the planet upon which we stand. Time moves on and, as it is truly said, 'time and tide wait for no man.'

This book is also about time- my times and, of course, yours. I decided to write this book a few months before my coming birthday- which is one of the ways we all count our years.  As I sit in my office today my cat is snoozing on the desk and the dog's lying next to my gun cabinet. There's a quiet classical music channel on the TV and today is Sunday.

 It seems that the Sundays come faster and faster. Like grains of sand in an hourglass, they appear to fall faster as those grains remaining become less. I have heard this same observation from many older people but not so much from the young. I distinctly remember how agonizingly slowly time seemed to pass in my teen and university years. I would sit in  classrooms watching the clock over the door tick its way down to 3 pm when the bell sounded and we were free- at least, until the next day! It seemed then that time was purposely slowing- each minute dragging bye with agonizing slowness until the appointed hour. It seemed forever. In April, June seemed so very far away. Anticipation then or perhaps fear of the future seems to put brakes on time.

As I have aged my appreciation of the status quo (the wonderful present) has grown quite keen. I no longer look forward to changing seasons, summer, weekends, holidays and especially... I do not relish birthdays! I enjoy the present (the now) more than ever and do what I can to extend pleasant interludes. Change however forces itself on my consciousness. Winter turns to Spring no matter what- and I am forced to concede my minutes recognizing that those hours and years I have remaining are diminishing inexorably until the last grain falls- like the aged Eskimo cast adrift on a melting slab of ice, watching his shrinking platform grow smaller until- he slips into the frigid sea and forever vanishes!

So, I shall go about building the chapters of this book and tell you my thoughts and of course, ask you to tell yours. You, my readers, have the same fate in store; your time too is running out no matter that you may be ahead or behind me on this moving sidewalk of life. 

Robert J. Firth
  Boca Raton
 Florida, 2012

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