lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. no reward is offered, for they are gone forever...
-horace mann


there has never been any moment when humans were beyond the mercy of time. at some point of rush we often say there is none left, only to realize that where we are running and what we are chasing is time itself.

time, confined in my philosophy, is a system of measuring isolation... moments when we feel we lost ourselves to war and things unfathomable... and we let ourselves be guided by the earth. experience is our teacher; time is its master... runner's time, the rhythm and tempo characteristic - life told in something we call music.

neutral as time is indefinite, the entire period of the existence of humanity is tasted and defined by its three flavors: the past, the present, the future. every moment there has ever been or ever will be.

life. we give time the privilege to determine it by clock and calendar... by second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year. we may have regrets and what might have beens...

on one's hand, time is an interval with acting or having nothing to do...
out of mind, it is immemorial...

and when we look back, our memory always begins with, "there was a time."