Bo sat at the edge of the bed next to his sleeping bride, took out the time wallet and flipped through the cards inside. The Time Wallet contained a card for each of the three most important experiences of his childhood.
The first card was the fight with his father. And he taken this out when he had had the fight with the man who, unwillingly enough, was to become his father-in-law, once he put his bride on the plane and went far away from that awful place.
The second card was the time Karen the girl behind the fence in the backyard had squeezed her body through the space between the fence and the garage and kissed him.
Whenever he took the cards out of the time wallet he could buy the meaning from whatever experience he was having NOW by seeing how it was like the experience he had THEN when he was a child.
Looking at his sleeping new bride Laura’s white shoulder and remembering Karen, the garage, the kiss, the fence,he thought:
Maybe I should put another card in the time wallet, for the experience of realizing that moments in the present and moments in the past are the same, thanks to the time wallet, they are just different doors to enter that single dancehall we call Eternity?
And he laughed and realized he already had that card in his wallet. It was the card for the first time he had used the time wallet and realized this fact, that his future and past reflected each other in these cards and had since he was a child.
Bo sat at the edge of the bed and smiled and flipped the card, the third card, the first card, from finger to finger to finger.
“MOZART IS BEAUTIFUL BUT MEANINGLESS. BEETHOVEN IS MEANINGFUL BUT UGLY. BACH IS BOTH.” — HARVEY “THE BUG” MOSKOWITZ