pause

The principle of art is to pause, not bypass.

When things begin accelerating wildly out of control, sometimes patience is the only answer. Press pause.

The moment you stop and look around, you will get to know that you have so many small moments full of happiness. So just be thankful, as many others don__ have these moments. There are also some who do, but can__ visualize them; and even some who have, but can__ appreciate them.

Perhaps they are singing songs to you,' he said, 'and I just think they__e asking me questions.' He paused again. Sometimes he would pause for days, just to see what it was like.

Intermission. Mare Internum.We will have a brief pause now. If this novel were a theater, you could go out into the lobby, wait in line for a drink, or for the bathroom. Give people a chance to admire your clothes, hair, or jewels. Step outside for some air or a smoke. Backstage the crew would be busy transforming the scenery, actors would change their costumes and redo their makeup, Some would be done until final curtain, others awaiting their first entrance.But we're not in the theater, and I am not letting you go outside this story, not really. Where we are is more like a pause between breaths. Whether you're inhaling or exhaling, there's a pause just before, like the pause you can feel more than hear before the tide reverses. Where we are is the point of intersection in the figure eight. Turned on its side the eight becomes the symbol of infinity. You can make this figure with your hips when you dance. Over and over you will return to that moment of balance before your weight shifts from one hip to the other. The balance of this story is about to shift. The scenery is changing, as we make our slow way across Mare Internum. A journey I am not going to describe. When the story begins again, some of the people you have come to know and love, or not, Dido, Bertha, Paulina, Reginus, and Joseph will appear less frequently...I don't like it when characters fade form the story, so I am apologizing in advance, but life is like that. We leave people and places and times behind. We encounter new ones. Sometimes we can't see the patterns or connections, but they are there, between one breath and the next. In the ebb and flow of tides. In the rhythm of the dance.

There are no rest stops on the road of life. Otherwise they'd be congested with traffic.

Life is a dash. Pause in the present. Enjoy this moment.

A pause gives you breathing spaceso listen to the whispersof the real youwaiting to happen.

The fastest and easiest way to accomplish any task is to do it with minimum breaks and pauses.