Walk, First, Through The Fire, Then Philosophize.

The Whole Quilt Is Much More Important Than Any Single Square.

How Can Time Be Long Or Short? Time Is Without Length Or Breadth. The Question Is, What Happened During Its Passing. And What Happened Is, Our Lives Have Been Joined Together.

What An Unreliable Thing Is Time--when I Want It To Fly, The Hours Stick To Me Like Glue. And What A Changeable Thing, Too. Time Is The Twine To Tie Our Lives Into Parcels Of Years And Months. Or A Rubber Band Stretched To Suit Our Fancy. Time Can Be The Pretty Ribbon In A Little Girl's Hair. Or The Lines In Your Face, Stealing Your Youthful Colour And Your Hair. .... But In The End, Time Is A Noose Around The Neck, Strangling Slowly.

World Can Be A Bewildering Place,and Dreams And Ambitions Are Often Paths To The Most Pernicious Of Traps

But Nobody Ever Forgot Anything, Not Really, Though Sometimes They Pretended, When It Suited Them. Memories Were Permanent. Sorrowful Ones Remained Sad Even With The Passing Of Time, Yet Happy Ones Could Never Be Recreated - Not With The Same Joy. Remembering Bred Its Own Peculiar Sorrow. It Seemed So Unfair: That Time Should Render Both Sadness And Happiness Into A Source Of Pain.