All men build clocks by comparison to deduce the truth learn, and survive the world. The world is indeed such a mysterious, cryptic and unpredictable place, that our hand work only approaches the observeable horizon, the connections of father time that really move and dominate our lives are unrevealed, but of the most serendipidous happenstances

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AS only a tradesman I gave myself a name somewhere along the road, an' wrote upon the earth some thoughts of objective reflection -I now call a field of reflection and vision though I am not in possession of a degree in Opthomology I judged necessary for a real honorary success.


WHAT TIME IS IT ?

Who knows, goes ,and those that doesn"t knows, doesn"t goes.
Funny thing 'bout the way we talk - do we smell with our hands and goes with our noses, walk on fours and count with our toeses, reflect with our eyes, and say, "I'ze a'sea"- "are there no noses who knowses...." from the watery timed out rested resting, thoughless, seemed countless, ticking, asleep- sleeping, to the awake awakening, ...to bear a truth? less mine own eyes sees to say "aze sees" and ......
Aye it is, is it? the tick in my ear or the clock in gear , I gotten to forgot of a rosier nosier nose than noise I heard last year one day when I made a mark on the wall ,
and today got a pain where most people dont know they've a sore in their sides, that moved round in my reflections and landed in my ear.
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