time in palm is gone- before even the sensation- renders on
We are truly in an impossible situation but with no choice but to ride the river. We can fight, we can crumble, we can succumb, we can do anything but… none of it matters in the simple face of time, the game we chose not to play but are inserted regardless… I often wonder if that is what life is after “death”… we just exist outside the flow of time, my best analogy is on a river bank as we watch the world go by, the flow, like a reality TV show and here we site for all non time, our little rapids run a snapshot unable to interact back as the dimension we were in has surely moved on, without even the courtesy of a bus stop, or a heartbeat, we are thrown off that bull with no clowns to surround, and then we stay, once existed we can not be just… erased, that existence stays in the record outside time, even if our very fibers are ripped apart to make another tribe… such is the vicious and just tribunal of time…
Shades of My Garden 