A soft red glow eminates from the far corner of the room while a clear white light is visible through the white plastic screen covering the window in the door that separates this interior sanctuary safe haven from the outer world of the hospital. Next to the bed stands the ever moving monitor with its green diode number 70 remaining unchanged while a stream of unreadable letters move across the screen below, and the device is capped with a green glowing plastic that when in use will measure both pulse and blood oxygen.
Outside the night world moves through its schedule toward the morning light, but until that light arrives, the colorless night shelters all the dark possibilities of life, possibilities that will retreat like a vampire at first light but will not vanish. Still we hope for the first indication of light and the warmth that it offers even on a cold day.
The seconds on the clock tick by in a seemingless endless progression, on a journey that began long before I arrived and will continue long after I am not longer here to witness the timely transitions.
What is time and how is one moment connected to the next? Are we created anew with each passing moment? Certainly we are not exactly the same for cells come and go, and our minds change. So what are we and what makes us we and me me?
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