45 Minutes

Yes folks that's the number of the day.... Why is it the number of the day... On two separate occasions today i spent myself conversing on the telephone with two elegant conversationalists... for a duration of you guessed it .........45 minutes...each i may add.. hummm... awkward silences ..no... just fluid lucid elaborate conversations... god... if only i knew certain things abt life ..predisposition of certain aspects of life would be a truly divine act of grace on the creator's behalf... to be able to access some cellestial data farm to browse thru the elaborate mechanism involved in shaping up who and what we are ...where we are headed what we are to become...if we could hitchhike in to that elaborate little data house on prarie.. to find out that elusive "42" somewhere within us we might quench that thirst, and we might extinguish the whole butterfly effect that would result in what may have become ...but it would be worth it right..

how long would we spend there? on the edge... perusing thru the discourse... living our life all over again or would we live it with mods... change a ringtone[friend] or a skin[looks] perhaps..a screensaver[sibling] ...what would we do given that source code ...would we fix the bugs... all of the bugs... john, paul,george and ringo..all of em... would we destroy em all... but arent they the very bugs who made us who we are ... would u split them apart and see how different our lives would be if they werent together... would they run around helter skelter... and would we be the catcher in the rye ... how long would we spend there....

45 minutes perhaps?