This One Goes To Eleven.

11 11 2011

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.

Rupert Brooke, 1914, Part IV; The Dead

Eleven. Exactly. One louder

Nigel Tufnel, Spinal Tap

Everyone in the world today will be able to experience a moment that only occurs once every one hundred years. A point in time when we will live through a perfect same-numbered palindrome. Blink and you will miss it.

At 11 minutes past 11 on the 11th day of the 11th month of 2011 , the time and date will be perfect, to the second. Six elevens…and it will last for slightly less time than Kim Kardashian’s last marriage.

Some of you will have already experienced it, I hope you enjoyed it and made the most of this second in your life. Read the rest of this entry »