Phanes

In these moments of true lucidity, such as those unmemorable days of infancy, does one truly gain a clarity. This sandbox, kindly nurtured but briefly by the tempest of chaos is but a schism. A calm curiosity to detract from the endless void to which all will return. As kind as it is cruel, this laboratory of sensation is unique. We shall never occur again, nor shall our records tell of our being for our records are themselves fleeting. A dash for a glorious future which will bear fruit for just a few. a desperate retreat from a past whose ghosts will always haunt. liberated to the moment and freed from past and future, the child lives in eternity and lucidly chuckles at it's own wonder.