We are made of time. We are its feet and its voice. The feet of time walk in our shoes. Sooner or later, we all know, the winds of time will close the tracks. Passage of nothing, steps of no one. The voice of time tells of the voyage.
With each discovery of truth about ourselves, we come to a crossroad on our journey toward God. One path leads to denial and despair . .. the other to holiness.
