The leaves,
Blown down by the wind,
Are not vain,
But shall compost,
To provide for,
A greater germination,
In the next spring.
“… time is not a linear flow, as we think it is, into past, present, and future. time is an indivisible whole, a great pool in which all events are eternally embodied and still have their meaningful flash of supernormal or extra-sensory perception, and glimpse of something that happened long ago in our linear time.”