For Every Minute, The Future Is Becoming

I Have Never Been Able To Grasp The Meaning Of Time. I Don't Believe It Exists. I've Felt This Again And Again, When Alone And Out In Nature. On Such Occasions, Time Does Not Exist. Nor Does The Future Exist.

One Learns More From Listening Than Speaking.and Both The Wind And The People Who Continue To Live Close To Nature Still Have Much To Tell Us Which We Cannot Hear Within University Walls.

I Also Believe That When One Dies, One May Wake Up To The Reality That Proves That Time Does Not Exist.

We Must Wake Up To The Insane Reality Of Our Time. We Are All Irresponsible, Unless We Demand From The Responsible Decision Makers That Modern Armaments Must No Longer Be Made Available To People Whose Former Battle Axes And Swords Our Ancestors Condemned.

In Fighting Nature, Man Can Win Every Battle Except The Last. If He Should Win That Too, He Will Perish, Like An Embryo Cutting Its Own Umbilical Cord.