Time is a most mysterious thing. Although it is divided into past, present and future, is it really divided at all?
One hundred years ago is the blink of an eye, one hundred years ahead is a mountain to climb. Life holds on to the coat-tails of days through the changes that are time, fast like Radagast's sled with Rhosgobel Rabbits, at the speed of light from onset to outcome where today can be tomorrow or yesterday and everything passes. One hundred years ahead is the blink of an eye, one hundred years ago is a mountain climbed.
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