As time looks around 

ancient yet so new is the thrust of the cave man's spear

the flood of his primal wail

echoing through the narrow memory of man's mind

Newer still are we who walk with false pride of modern man

losing daily the value of remembrances

hubris-blinded by present and future as something greater than the past 

The vanity of We might never again appreciate yesterday's language

on the rocks

walls

parchment

paper 

ipad screens

and holograms

Beware

For even as we surge forward

so too does our progress oft times choose to forget

we are always but cosmos-cavemen

buried deep inside our pride

Life will always remain a never ending transformation

subject only to the imagined unimaginable

Time's creation is forever looking around

While we...