And That, My Friend, Is How The

When You've Heard One Bagpipe Tune, You've Heard Them Both.

As Einstein Himself Pointed Out. He Said We’re Like People In A Boat Without Oars Drifting Along A Winding River. Around Us We See Only The Present. We Can’t See The Past, Back In The Bends And Curves Behind Us. But It’s There.

And That, My Friend, Is How The World Ends. On The Edge Of A Precipice, With One Foot Over The Edge, It Stops, Turns And Goes Back, Leaving An Empty Earth Of Birds And Insects, Wind, Rain And Rusting Weapons.

Have You Ever Given Someone A Book You Enjoyed Enormously, With A Feeling Of Envy Because They Were About To Read It For The First Time, An Experience You Could Never Have Again?

Maybe I Live In What Is For Me The Wrong Time.