The Guardian for this meeting was Riddle Sideways. The comments are by Riddle Sideways joined by none else.  In fact the region did not even join the commentor. :)

Riddle Sideways: Thank you, PaB Listener Master
              --BELL--
Riddle Sideways: Theme: TimeLessNess
   [think about Time-Less-Ness]
     [oh heck! Google it.]
        ["Hey, look at the images"] 

     [One minute to region restart...]

[run to Kira Cafe]

  [Comparision of sitting on a pillow at pavilon (waiting for visitors) to sitting on comfy chair in front of fire (wiating for visitors). ah, both are timeless]
[looking through the Google images of "timelessness" (you can follow along now, if you want)]
[Those images of Star-Galaxy fields are NOT really about time-less-ness.  Distance light from the stars is ALL about the Light-Years and time to that cameras eyes]
[(hopefully, you have the same display) The fourth one in the third row.  That baby hand in an old hand = timelessness - in one way]
[Suggest not looking at http://hanoigrapevine.com/2011/10/kv...at-art-museum/ with Pink Floyd's The Wall Playing]

["Make Time for timelessness"]
[Almost Holloween and I some of these images are scary]

[5th fav subject is spirals.  combining spirals and clock gets extra credit]

[going to the web site of one of these images.  It had a compeling URL in PlayWithTheUniverse.  Ok, too Angel worship, but http://playingwiththeuniverse.blogsp...aphorn_18.html has some good stuff.  Paragraph #2.]

[Visiting Random links on the images page]
[There is a site that makes the hair on arms and neck stand up]

[This site, was not a random, it was a gift]
[ah, this site is a smile that turns to tears]
[very pretty pictures.]
[Oh <explitive>... breath taken-held-stolen-exchanged-extended-whatever here believing-being-knowing-ONE-... Time stopped...  Time stood still.  TimeLess.   Between reading our words and knowing... in a paragraph, mid-sentence... it became...  Time Less ]

S T O P  

If a browser is clicking through those images, you'll find your site.  Visit each until...

S T O P

9-sec, 90 sec, 90 min, 90 hour, 90 lives (oh, just STOP the Time Measurements!!!!!!)

(((((follow the above exersize to find yours)))))  ((((((((hugs)))))))

thank you Stim for zeroeth-time

[for a timeless(ness) time was then spent sitting on a pillow in the remaining half of the guardian meeting hall looking out at the missing, rebrithing, yet-to-be-restarted, virtual, yet-to-be what-was, memory, memorized, future Pavillion, guardian plots, Village Square, NDR, creates of Storm and Adams, Bleu, Luci, Eliza, Bruce, Eos, Zen, etc. et.al. fond memories and anticipation]

[At a no particular time... stand.  Fly.  West.  Ahhhhh.   Kuan Yin Terraces.  Had NEVER spent enough timelessness here]

[That should be the end.]
[but never one to end on a good note]

[here is a story](this is not about TimeLessNess)(or maybe it is)(the other side)(read it loosely)(thank you)

Got that first wristwatch on a birthday.  Looked at it constantly.  Somehow, between looks it got lost or broke.
For a relious holiday was given another.  It was great and almost taught the value of time and timely-ness and measurements and gaps and it got set down someplace and lost.
A 'you need this' gift came as a new wristwatch.  This one was worn face down inside wrist, the cool way. A gym locker ate that one.
Savings, spare money and some brought the coolest of watches.  A Cronograph super, multi-function, world-time, stop-watch, calendar and wizardry simulated gold watch.  Remembering using it to time the class laps around the bus garage.  Think the stop button was hit too hard and it broke.  Remember lying about that time value.  That was important lie.  Mentally timed those last two races, as if super-gadget watch still worked.  That watch lies in a musieum in parents house somewhere.
A pocket watch with really cool chain got separated from pocket and belt somehow.

It had been a long time since anybody had asked what time it was now.
It had been a long time since there was a absolute need to know the personal time.

No more watches were on the wrist.
No more pockets contained the clocks.
It was like a clock did not dictate the next event.  Something else dictated that next thing.
The Rebel without a Clue was asked 'what time is it' and laughed.  Then wrote a song.
Sang it twice.  Then another band wrote, sang and recorded it so much better...

 Written by Robert Lamm

Lead Vocals by Robert Lamm


As I was walking down the street one day
A man came up to me and asked me what
The time was that was on my watch, yeah...And I said

(I don't) Does anybody really know what time it is
(Care) Does anybody really care (about time)
If so I can't imagine why (Oh no, no)
We've all got time enough to cry

And I was walking down the street one day
A pretty lady looked at me
And said her diamond watch had stopped cold dead...And I said

(I don't) Does anybody really know what time it is
(Care) Does anybody really care (about time)
If so I can't imagine why (Oh no, no)
We've all got time enough to cry

And I was walking down the street one day
Being pushed and shoved by people trying to
Beat the clock, oh, no I just don't know
I don't know, and I said, yes I said

(Background:)
People runnin' everywhere
Don't know where to go
Don't know where I am
Can't see past the next step
Don't have time to think past the last mile
Have no time to look around
Just run around, run around and think why

(I don't) Does anybody really know what time it is
(Care) Does anybody really care (about time)
If so I can't imagine why (Oh no, no)
We've all got time enough to die
Everybody's working (I don't) I don't care (About time)
About time (Oh no, no) I don't care

[That Kid hasn't worn a watch nor cared what clock time it is since.

But, plays with Time on Tuesday at a 0700 (adjusted to your liking)

Thank you.

.