“It is very rarely that an ocean empties itself of its waters”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Everything syncopates or dissipates,
Such is life, such is time,
Such is man.
Uttering a prayer or a curse,
Emotion or a statistical error,
Such is man.
Mystery within a mystery,
Matryoshka within a matroyshka, or
Pandora’s box.
Inevitable.
The grains of time are running through our fingers.
Not even our fingers,
Not even the palm of the hand,
Nor the hands of a clock,
Can hold the little grains of the sand,
Only an ocean and the universe can.
Like a child trying to keep the fireflies in a jar.
Futile.
We can’t hold anything or anyone.
Illusion.
Death is just the door to infinity,
Eternity…
Of which time is merely a
Snapshot.
Hope my snapshot shows me smiling along with so many souls that were before and that will come
After me.
