It wasn't time that let usleave behind the little deathsthat hauntedand then were goneor carried on in other formsand tauntedtill their tauntings held no meaning.
One morning as I was riding along the highway, I had the familiar pleasure of watching and naming the myriad cloud formations in a glorious summer sky.
It's not unusual for thinking individuals to wonder just what they really are and what they are here for—to speculate on their origin, their purpose, their goal.