How impressive, something so fleeting of ones possession is also so vital. Something one cannot possibly obtain but merely hope to manipulate, if that. Its special. It demands your attention yet doesn't desire it, or you, or anyone. It just IS! That is the grandeur, the "Piece de Resistance"... Something that is forever here, never dies, never lives, just IS! Our lives we search for ways to conquer, how vain can the human vessel be to believe such a feat is attainable. What makes us? What makes this? Does it even exist or is it something we've made up? TIME. AGE. DEATH. Stand in awe of its glory.
"Time is less about life and more about death."
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