The Greatest Loss
Time streams through the universe with a trail of decay and loss: the expanse of pristine creation stained by tears and loss. Death floats along time and draws all creation to an end, never seen again, always never again, and the trace of regret only remains. I see it with children so driven by promise and bounding with curiosity, they dance in the bright colors of creation and grasp at passing curiosities, but then time wears them down and with it death dissolves away into a bleakness and dreary gray.
“There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven…A time to embrace and a time to turn away.”
This is the sadness I bear always for my son. It crushes my soul in its depths to watch the light-hearted delight of his childhood pass with time into a fond memory that nothing can touch except time of course.
“A time to be born and a time to die.”
Who can bear the erosion of time? Evolution is an absurdity, a foolish myth: time decays everything finite and mortal.
“There is no remembrance of earlier things…”







