Thru the sands of timespeeding thru with passion, sadness, anger, happyness, hurting and death. By and by we gogoing past sun and moon. All knowing yet not knowinganything. You live your soul goes on, tho you dieyour soul survies. Serviver as all serviving.Past to present thru future on and on we go.Hitting ever spotting blindfolded horizons calling upon nothingness to till you come upon the end. Tis the sands of time.