Against the wise man,
death has no victory. Life evolves, it ebbs and flows. It is a straight line
running through time and the universe. The pieces that are left behind give new
life to other things and rebirth to that which has passed. They may be small
but yet they are significant. Each one is an outreach from beyond; a memory to
treasure. And so it goes through time; one stone leading to another and yet
another; a path not yet taken full of mystery. Time truly never ends, only
place and this place can be in 10,000 places wherever a cool breeze blows,
wherever a mountain river flows, wherever a raindrop falls.
