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Endless What is it about these days that things seem to be dwindling? The passing minutes lead into hours, into days, into weeks, into on and on. I have become somewhat more passive as the world at large appears to be much more aggressive. It's all about perception no doubt, a gradual shift of view. The swinging of the eternal pendulum from the old to the new. Nonetheless, it's slowly becoming my turn to relinquish the helm Of the endless sailing ship of life at sea. At least, I got to have the illusion of steering for awhile. The memory of that shall be enough for me. |