The Measureless Span

This little we have is a lifetime. A day in the sun and the dark is all this little we have. If we blossomed at the speed of most flowers hours would be the little we have. A child is the span of the world, a person, the whole of its history. If we could catch just one moment it would be a moment that contained all that is or ever will be. Tell your life-stories to the moon, tell the world all that you have done or not done. Name that story, then watch it disappear as a whisp of mist in sunlight. Fiction is timeless.