Time will eat at you while you’re still alive picking your bones clean like a vulture, swallowing you in big gulps but with no droppings to follow later.
Every molecule of you will be forgotten in history…every thought…every nuance to what was you …gone…simply gone. One day.
Just the ask the dinosaur’s bones that litter the world. What were their names? What great sonnets did they compose? What grand edifices did they erect in honor of their forgotten gods? We are but dinosaurs, waiting for our grand event to expire us.
I say that’s all fine and good, but could we at least grow to be as smart and civil as the dinosaurs that came before us?
Let’s finally leave our caves once and for all. We discovered fire and the wheel a long time ago but really have made no progress since.
Perhaps a fingernail’s thickness only I imagine. A lot for us I am sure in the short time on this planet…but still only a fingernail.
by Philip Wardlow 2016