Time has a way of slicing through our lives, with no regard to who or what we are. Time is a flame which burns through everything. Time is tick-tick-ticking away at our lives. Every moment, every instant, time chisels away at everything we are, until time has reduced us to useless shells of what we once were. I hate Time.
| Essay (Philosophical) | 01/28/2007 | if a tree falls... |
