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12:16 PM 8 Dec 2014
Time is so far away.
Yesterday tomorrow and today.
Dose it really exist at all?
Or is it merely an illusion to keep man from feeling small?
In this universe of infinite material existence, we are recycled with everything else.
Our spiritual being is the only thing that is real, our true self.
Never dieing or changing form.
Only learning from experience to experience and time is nothing but a passing storm.