The Fall Of Romanesque Times
Civilizations come and go, it is the natural 'order' of things. Not many can stand still and not move for prolonged periods of time and yet time eventually comes to an end. All by it's seemingly self. Are we not the victims here1.
Holding on to dear life is a fool's adventure filled with ups, downs and sideways movements. When the 'crash' happens memories rebuild and as the universe continues it's assigned role it all plays out, step by step. Trying to interfere with such things is and has been a battle. Purely captured by that which assigns imagination we live the life we embrace. It's kind of silly but few laugh at the definition and so, revelation comes calling. Movement is assured.
Stagnation is not in the cards2.
So many dreams, so many experiences 'lost' to the winds of time. Nothing is ever lost but the clinging.
It's okay. Just let go.
Making room for what is to come is a matter of choice but one can believe anything. Anything at all3.
