It’s near the age of 25 when we accept the inevitable. Not a general moment, but general momentum. It’s a speed you may feel comfortable in. The muscles cycle-burn and the truth is open seas. What ever is left is the inevitable…
But it’s better to know.
So this is where our timeline takes place. A rope. Unattached but strung from the nothing above and the nothing below. And millions of people walking by it. For every measure of time.
First we speak but are not spoken to. Our mouths become our radars. We cycle back and forth speaking noise until someone listens. A gentle conversation. A moment”s time. An ebb and flow of a heartbeat. A timeline.
What can you do here on Earth?