Time, hmm time. Time is everlasting. Time is behind you for thousands of years and in front of you for thousands more. We are the marks in the trees, footsteps in the woods, the ripples in the water, and the whispers in the trees. Our souls will one day lurk over the everlasting legacy of what we left behind. For somebody else in the far future to stumble upon. In the miraculous timing. Here today, done tomorrow.