Time is finite
Time is neither the passing of persons, nor is it ash. It isn’t soil or decay. Time is neither the tick-tock-clocking carefully measured in sand. nor the carcass of hogs […]
Time is neither the passing of persons, nor is it ash. It isn’t soil or decay. Time is neither the tick-tock-clocking carefully measured in sand. nor the carcass of hogs […]
I stumble on the cobbled lane this cul-de-sac, this rutted one-way-street. Nowhere I see a crossroad where a path diverges, nowhere a bridge leads back. How can a lie be […]
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
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