Marking Time
For me as life progresses it's all a matter of marking time. Death eventually becomes and yet it is never the end of the road. In this playground of thoughts, ideas and concepts all lies become revealed. As life lays bare it's fruit it is up to us individually to come to terms with thus. Each marks it's own time and through the sense of time all unravels and becomes laid bare. I've said it over and over again, there are no secrets.
In sight all paths are revealed and it is to this that I adhere. I do walk alone but am never alone. I have no master and yet as a slave I follow1.
In toe-stepping I follow the dance and yet the song I hear speaks volumes beyond the ordinary. My life is not my own and neither should yours be. In becoming one thing after another we mark time with our victories of conquest and yet tend to 'forget' the lessons learned along the way2.
Step by step we travel forward out into an 'unknown' universe exploring every corner and coven of the Universe. There is no such thing but as we regale ourselves with stories of old we tend to feel compelled to act out such. Are we not the victors of our own tales? Do we not encumber and envelope ourselves with wild imaginings just to test the bounds of an existence that we do not yet understand. In such avoidance we find purpose and plan and though I find no such satisfaction, life goes on.
Ticking the time clock, all moves forward.
It is the way of the expanse3.