Windows in Time
When you achieve 72 years, as I have, you find yourself gathering old memories that enrich, or inform, your exparience of this life.
I can remember a moment in time when I was on a plane and I caught a glimpse, for the first time, the Microsoft logo. Pretty clever, I thought — that little, colorful, waving window.
Today, on a Caribbean island, I caught a glimpse through a different kind of window . . .
. . . overlooking a beach on the island of St. John. This framed view presents a very different picture than the view through the Microsoft window.
The American territories of the 1600’s constituted the new frontier of an advancing world civilisation.
Centuries later, international explorers and sojourners had traipsed their way from Europe to America and westward to the Pacific coast, civilizing everything and everyone along the way.
In the 1950’s, inventors and innovators discovered, and developed, a way to digitize the world, so to speak.
Developing silicon semiconductors, transistors, and soldered, solid-state circuits, enterprising engineers, with a little help from their enterprising friends, presented new technologies through which the windows of this world could be viewed and manipulated and utilized.
As the new universe of tech evolved, Bill adopted the windows image to promote Microsoft’s new presentation of this modernizing world.
Down the coast a ways, Steve and Steve in Silicon valley settled on a different image for their revolutionary work. Remembering, perhaps, all the way back to earliest days of human culture, when it had long ago been reported that a certain woman had suggested that her hubbie take a bit of the apple.
But getting back to the window thing, I saw this 400-year-old window today and it prompted all these musings about viewing the world through the windows of time.
I mean, if you think about it . . . looking through this old window presents a view of an island that is, I suppose, millions of years old.
So we notice that whatever is happening on this planet — has been going on for a long time.
Now sitting on the sand of this island, St. John, USVirginIslands, a fe minutes later, I am reminded of the historical person, St. John, companion of Jesus in Palestine/Israel, long ago.
And that John wrote about visions that he witnessed through the windows of prophetic awareness and revelations. And that window presents the most amazing view of all.
