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Change is the instrument of time and time is the enabler and enemy of life.

Life is what happens while we are all waiting to die. Make it interesting and fill it with love.

"This you know: that the years travel fast and time after time I’ve told this story. But this is not anyone’s story; it's the story of us all, and you've got to listen to it and remember, because what you hear today you have to tell those that will come tomorrow. I’m looking behind us now, looking back into history. I see those of us that were lucky and started this journey for home and I remember how it led us here and how we were heartbroken because we’ve seen what we once were. Yet one look back and we knew that we got it right. Those that had gone before us had the knowledge and the ability to do things that are beyond our thoughts and imagination. Yet, as time moves on we know that we need to figure out how to regain these things and that is no easy task. But that is our journey. We have to travel it and there is nobody to show the way. Still, every night we tell the story so that we remember who we were and where we came from. But most of all we remember the man who found us, and came to save us, and we light the city not just for him but for all of those that are still out there, because we know there'll come a night when they see our distant light and will come home."
-Beyond Thunderdome (Paraphrased)

"Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble?
was not my soul grieved for the poor?
When I looked for good, then evil came unto me:
and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
My bowels boiled, and rested not:
the days of affliction prevented me.
I went mourning without the sun:
I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My harp also is turned to mourning,
and my organ into the voice of them that weep."
-The Book of Job, 30:24 - 30:31

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and
his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the
world. -Oscar Wilde

Of course in a novel, peoples hearts break and they die and that is the end of it and in a story that is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us. There is a most busy and important round of eating, drinking, dressing, walking, visiting, buying, selling, talking, reading, and all that makes up what is commonly called living yet to be gone through and this yet remains to Augustan. – Uncle Tom’s Cabin

Harsh words and violent blows,
Hidden secrets nobody knows,
Eyes are open, hands are fisted,
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted,
So many tricks and so many lies,
Too many whens & too many whys,
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted,
I'm just me, warped & twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream,
Listening loudly to a silent scream,
Call my mind, the number's unlisted,
Lost in someone so warped & twisted,
On my knees, alive but dead,
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted.
Burnt out, wasted, empty, and hollow,
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow.
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped & twisted

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.
-W. B. Yates