Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can't. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not checking his watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And because of this, man alone suffers paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.
It's another night in hell, another child won't live to tell: "Can you imagine what it's like to starve to death?" And as we sit free and well, another soldier has to yell: "Tell my wife and children, I'm loving them" in his last breath