" I cry for time. Time sweeps it all away; the
noble experience of days lived well, whisked
into the obscurity of interpretable memory."
"The progression of the now unto it's inevitability of
And every bright beginning is thusly doomed to the same fate,
as all hope meets the dark barrier of the unknown.
"So must faith and belief suffice to allow us to bear the
knowledge, to hold up other options,
though those ideas alone hold scant succor.
"Whilst ignorance is reserved for fools who
look always to tomorrow, and who are
comfortable with the safety of the past, their
moment passed at the point of it's arrival.
"What then shall we do to seize the day, when
only that action which is in the envelope of love beyond condition
holds any possibility of reaching the eternal