If we think we hear,
we no longer listen.
If we think we see,
we no longer look.
If we think we know,
we no longer search.
~ Anonymous
We are made of time.
We are its feet and its voice.
The feet of time walk in our shoes.
Sooner or later, we all know,
the winds of time will close the tracks.
Passage of nothing, steps of no one.
The voice of time tells of the voyage.