Sense of Time

Sense of Time

YOU can rise upon your tippy toes and try and see over the distant horizon, you look both in front of you and far behind; but you can never see anything further then the most distant point of your visual perception.  You can’t see what’s coming over the gray-blue of the distant curve of the earth, nor the fleeting images of your memories that is the past.  You can only sense it’s inevitability of being, it’s stretching of time and space. For the past and future are really only one single memory, washed and dried, upon the rack of what will be, what is, what could have been.