Saturday, 2 March 2013

Purple Prose? Time is short

And so, the wheel of time befalls us once again. We see the rise and fall of each passing season. Where trees stand for hundreds of years; men and women grow, love and die from the famine and tireless drive of the human race, in turn destroying the wonderous environment in which they both seat. The oak will see 400 years, multiple generations of one family, an eternity which started at the end of the last ice age. As we gradually make our way through, the future beckons us to live within our means, like bushmen before us, they remind us of our past and teach us the old ways that are new.

The Tree of Life (2011)
"The way of nature or the way of'll be grown before that tree is tall"

A humbling thought, for time is short. Are we moving on through blindly ignoring are surroundings, trying to hide our feelings from others to protect ourselves from the others who are trying to hide their own feelings and blindly treading on you.  

Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye, and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? (Bible NIV, Matthew, 7,3-5)

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