TIME'S WINGS AND DEBRIS OF HISTORY
With the speed of snails, we seem to sail into the future yet, speedily today comes and becomes yesterday’s future. Time’s wings flap and carry us all through the thick and thins for what prize? For the prize of that which we’d kill to keep if we have to or die to keep if need be_ our bodies. So fast it seems when we look into our past and how events we’ve anticipated come and have all gone. The word ‘wow! How time flies’ automatically springs out of the vocal cords of our mind’s mouth_ surprised at how with the speed of sun rays and the light it emanates, we crash into the present. It is indeed as swift as one quick swing of a sword in the hands of a great swords’ man. Yet time is too slow when in the present, we crawl into the future’s green, yellow and brown. It is not hard to discern on the evidences of time and life’s journeys as these are manifest on our skin, bones, eyesight, the color of our hair, the way we begin to stutter and sound incoherent, the rate of decline in our l