54"What's this stuff called time, then?"
Same old ocean like it had always been. Same old trees, same old shade. Same old birds riding the sea breezes and walking the beach looking for food.
Me and my kahuna-kapua.
"Time? That's just another joke we play on each other."
"How do you figure it's a joke?"
"Well, we know jokes are told to pass the time, or to change the Now, or to help someone with both - right?"
"Yea."
"And there the moment of power is Now, right?"
"True."
"So the past has no power, the future has no power, the only thing real is right Now."
"Yes."
"So time is a fiction and just something we can talk about, like the weather or how pretty this island is, or the sports we play."
"Oh, I see. A joke."
We both laughed at that until tears came from our eyes.
"Good one
