The minute conceals the hour,
The hour conceals the day –
As minutely, hourly, passes our
Time of earthly toil and play.
The markers of time are hidden
Until we are called and bidden
To leave and come;
The minute conceals the hours
As time steals away our powers
Then kindly steals us away.
howardgoldenberg 
I think this explains life quite beautifully! and as my Aboriginal “Brutha” Dennis Fisher would say, That’s the “spirits” talkin Bros. and you dear doc. Howard are a nutha brutha! xxxx
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Thanks brutha
Berg
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