Our Affinity

All truth is relative,

anything can be lost in time,

and to time every truth is a lie,

space is always creating,

and time erasing,

it always expands,

always contracts,

but it is never contracting,

never expanding,

just fulfilling,

every whim,

every desire,

always inspired,

though lonelier than a life time calculating the patterns of fire,

this is the premise of the inquirer,

it is the truth beyond subjective relativity,

our only real affinity