The paradox of fragility.
For a long time the fragility of time frightened me. To some degree, it still does. Because of how delicate it can be. That’s not to say it’s without strength. Time itself moves to it’s own rhythm. Strong and steady, like a high caliber sound of logic. I will be here for only an instance, but if in doing so I can get the world to see. Then I will have done good.