Death stood alone, watching the wheat dance in the wind. Of course, it was only a metaphor. People were more than corn. They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clockwork, filling their days from edge to edge with the sheer effort of living. And all lives were exactly the same length. Even the very long and very short ones. From the point of view of eternity, anyway.
And at the end of all stories Azrael, who knew the secret, thought:
I REMEMBER WHEN ALL THIS WILL BE AGAIN.
- Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett
Happy New Year, everyone. Here's to another year of plentiful harvest, another measure of Time used well, and another page of our lives written, 'til the clock turns again.
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Reading: Soul Music
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Watching: Nostalgia Critic