By giving meaning to time, we give meaning to life
Our perception is our reality.
For tomorrow's sunrise, for yesterday's starlight.
You are all repeating yourselves.
For every end there is a start.
Every time is the perfect time.
I don't pray for miracles. I make them.
Against the dying of the light.
We are meant for more.
There is no past no future, only now
For all the memories that Eruditio bears.
This is a lone journey.
What goes around comes around