"So, you're playing fast and loose"

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'A name, a life sum, a mere mark left by a man wholly in that succession of centuries.'

We are carried apart, me & you, in two different directions by two currents of time.

On the fifth day...

I read the book backwards, reciting marked words and passages into the unknown. There was a face that translates the emotion shared by a whole people; a face that has an infinite repertoire of expressions, like that of the first man, the first woman.

Some hands hold all the gifts within a moment of time, or so the ancients believed. 

I find words and little else. Your image reaches me at set intervals, like a wave. Despite the years I reach only the outer limits of understanding. The picture is never that clear. What range of possibilities is open to each human being and for what duration; that is the eternal mystery. There is a single place in the world where a woman looks in a mirror and adjusts her hair and the world lives on, passionately.

The heat surrounds us today, we are bound by it and a thought begins to stir in the mind. The shades are drawn down, a kind of oasis is created in the heart of the city. The city is the mirror of the soul. The sun traces an ancient pathway, familiar to others. What unites us often blinds us. There was a word for this spellbinding moment but it has fallen, fallen out of use. 

The flesh of a peach is so soft and succulent; the cold heart of stone a stark reminder.

We move in time imagining everything else stays the same, that it will be there when we return. We move, we fall, and each moment of that descent is a pause, a guide mark, and a segment of a curve as solid as a chain of gold. Each movement in space brings us back to a point which, because we happen to be on it, seems to us a center.

There is much longing within time.One might go so far as to suggest that this longing is time.