What we do with time, our time, is what matters. We can treasure how time ages us and ripens our spirit as it gifts us with experience. We can honor the cycles of time as they happen – the inevitable NOW. All while we pay tribute to the resolute absolutes; the essentials we forget surround us, until they sing or sting.
We are maddeningly self-destructive, insistent on the quick fix, the home run, the easy way out. Our self-inflicted wounds will kill us long before time triumphs. We ignore the obvious, refute the facts, and banish what we consider trivial from our attention. But creation is an act of sheer will, and the cycle repeats whether we like it or not.