I knew a man who once Majored in Pausing.
What is Pausing?
It’s the undefinable, indescibeable, uninterrupted moments of ponder, reflection, inflection, infectious train of thought.
He paused quite often; he paused the hell out of the moment. I adored that pausing man the first moment I saw him pause. Often I found myself pausing with him, alongside him. He’s paused throughout the world, and I bet he’s pausing right now. You might see him sitting next to you at the bar, or at the park under a tree.
Pause with him for me.
