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I walk barefoot through the field Feeling the grass between my toes As I walk alongside the gentle stream I want to skip with you by my side Listening, together, to the sound Of eternity,... More »
Donan
I am not sure what forever is--perhaps some construct we have modeled in our linear minds to describe something about which we, trapped in this moment, know nothing. Yet we almost all believe we can... More »
Donan
Of the nature of time we really know nothing. We often say that time flows like a river; we feel powerless to stop as it sweeps us along in its rage. I consider that perhaps... More »
Donan
The passing of time itself has never meant that much to me. I am not sure why this is. The turning of a year, a birthday or major holiday, even the passing of the millennium... More »
Donan
I remember when I was six or seven discussing the nature of time with my father. We talked of dimensions and how as pointal creatures we only perceive a single moment in time and only... More »
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