The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
The tide has turned
There is so much going now. Too much to even put down in words.
Most of the time we just have to play by ear and see how things goes.