03.01.2011

Time. It's elusive, transparent, mysterious time. It passes by you and you notice it when already too late. It is invisibly dominating over everything, wiping out the countries and continents, changing a course of history and destinies. A millenium, a century, an year, a month, a decade, a week, a day, a hour, a minute, a second, a third, a millisecond, a micro second, a nanosecond, a picosecond, a femtosecond, an attosecond, a zeptosecond, an yoctosecond. It's Cronus devouring his children.
I feel time not as revolution of the season and like changes which occur to people around me. I can see as change their souls. People lose faith and change their principles. Still yesterday he was young and innocent with a rapt gaze and the clear soul. Today, he is a lost soul.
Time kills souls, transforming them into homogeneous black mass. Time kills our friends, transforming them into acquaintances. Time is the death.
Be like children! All secret of eternal life is covered in these words. Children do not know that is time and the time has no power over them.
To receive immortality you have to give up time. I compare myself with myself from the past. I can see the destructive force of time, but I am not going to surrender. Life is struggle with time, and everyone has his fight.