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The Brief Construct of Tangible Time.

The Brief Construct of Tangible Time.

The brevity of longevity is a site to behold. Poised at the forefront of my own experiences I view my marvelous malfunctions. Every fault and foible on display in a spectrum of colors beautifully arrayed and coded to sync my joys and sorrows to the everlasting metronome of times. I borrowed from lost time in an attempt to be a super sleuth and peak behind the veil. I'm oh so glad that I did. Cogs and gears, steam and smoldering metal, straight-line winds and heavy waters were monsters. Monsters demonized by practicality and clever design. Monsters of an anti nature conjured up by teachers seeking to simplify the art of change and bondage. These are the elements of me. As yet undiscovered groupings and classification of the whole of me will certainly  yield more of the same, but... further from the vein of my vain assumptions. The levity of longevity is a hard won victory and it's sigh of completion is not rivaled by lustful fulfillment nor could it ever be. When one considers accumulated times, or any long established thing, a covering of basic and original attributes floods the mind. Like the lost cities of oceananic burial or precious gems encrusted and hidden in ancient stone, one strains to devine the order and magnitude of the lives historic. Or, perchance another will envision the wearing away of once prominent features, fashioned by God and protected by ominous lore, these systems and structures were to never fall or fail. Forced by nature to succumb to the elder laws of renewal and transformation, these features are verily worn away. No less beautiful than it's original design, these features age gracefully and stand as a monument of durability and quality crafting. Hiding the original purpose of its being under the lost language of intimate communication and hushed revelation that passes from the grand generations to worthy youth, Its mysterious history shines brighter still in the arms of passing time. Something like the erosion of the wonders of Egypt, or the faint roar of lions as they fall to the determined will of a combatant in a Roman colosseum. I've learned from recent self evaluation that time, whether it be long or short, serves to keep fresh the embryonic unchangeability of a thing. That thing at this point in time being me. Just like the moon I transit phases strong enough to change the ocean's tide and,... much like the moon, I've only been a witness from my station, and as such, I've only enjoyed a very narrow and limited vision. Try as I might to test and try my own worth, I come up with more questions than answers. Why? I happen to believe that it's because peace will suffer or perhaps abide no living thing to seek it in absentia. Peace will be sought-after with the sojourner's full attention. The pilgrimage to it's expansive sight of wonder will be completed in mindful reverence, quiet elation, and joy. Peace will settle for nothing less, . . . than my All. So I dedicate this next phase of my life to peace and all of it's promises of fulfillment. I've never had the faith to believe in a promise, but the tangible effects of this new phase of my life cannot be ignored any longer. My abundant Life has not been dormant, it has spent precious energy sending roots down as an anchor to tap the earth's freshest reserve of living water. The harvest need not be record breaking, but an account of each fruit and its seed will peace require of me. Peace is an holistic sort, and it must give its full report to the agency of understanding.
It's never too late to dig up your talent dear reader and gamble. Place a wager of hope rooted in the statistics of your proven faith. The irony being that faith exercised, strengthened, trusted, given  unquestioned riegn, and freed from all doubt becomes a totally new element altogether. It becomes knowing, knowing that is humbled by simplicity, welcoming of instruction, and unshaken by the winds of change as it awaits its promise. A promise of longevity in the brief construct of tangible time. 

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