Time is flowing through my hair, which will soon be gray; for what is soon, if it isn’t now or in an instant, and what is far away if it is not tomorrow, or the day after? For I shall decease in the end, shallower existence in body than in mind, awakening to the unknown singing of the stars from another world…and from the ashes I shall hear the life around me vanishing during centuries as I become a part of the stars and space and forget time’s existence. Only death cures time.
