Life is so short, it is hard to account of all the missing time, and missing people. So where are we going? Why do we see the short comings of the past so clearly too late? Why are there so many questions? New ones arise in the night. Why have so many lived and are now gone in a wisp of time without comprehension?
There is a new day coming upon rising.
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