According to Moby, in a brief WIRED magazine article, the future smells like Washington D.C.'s subway system. So that means that I have yet to get a whiff of the future - but . . . perhaps someday . . .
I can console myself with my suspicions that the past smells like fall. The past smells like leaves once engulfed in flames of colour, but now . . . dry, crunchy, lifeless, and smelling brown and grey.
How great is the sense of smell? Last week I got a new bible. Leather bound, onion paper bibles have a unique smell. When I got it home and took it out of the box, the smell of it immediately triggered memories of a weekend back in 1991. I was visiting my Grandpa and Grandma Loback in Pembroke. I went with my Dad to The Master's Way - and he bought be a burgundy leather bound NIV Student Bible (currently still my #1 bible and nearly falling apart - but still a faithful friend).
The smell of my new bible reminded me of when I got back to my Grandparents house, took my (then) new bible out of the box, and began flipping through it engulfed in that new bible smell.
A smell erased 17 years of elapsed time - helping me relive a moment I wouldn't have remembered otherwise. Smell travel = time travel. Or perhaps smell is the fountain of youth. Eternity must be full of vivid smell . . .
Worship Curator
10 years ago
1 comment:
I can just see you leafing through a new tome... nose to the pages, eyes half closed. Its like the overture to a relationship. A formal greeting. Such a trademark thing. I find it inspiring.
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