A question made me stop in the middle of the trottoir today as I walked towards my office, listening to a podcast by Melvyn Bragg, "History of ideas". His guests, distinguished neuroscientists and philosophers and writers, were discussing a really "hot" topic : "What does it mean to be me?". I remember various club members quite struggling with the question, personally and now some of us, professionally, so of course I was all ears.
One of the guests said at some point, talking about the moment when she thought she emerged as a distinct person: "I was wondering how I could inhabit fully the limited time I was given".
To inhabit time fully; that's the way I have never thought about life! Much in it has been about space, but actually little, about time. Yet, as I am growing older (yes I know, I am the eternal youngest of the lot anyway), inhabiting time sounds quite meaningful to me. Aren't we included in God's creation, aren't we participating in it by inhabiting fully that little slot we are born into?
