I walk down a loosely graveled path and think about the life I have lived.
Was my youth so long ago?
Time is passing, flowing like waves in the ocean. Each wave exists once, and after it hits the shore you will never behold it again.
Each molecule of hydrogen and oxygen become a memory, an event, or a feeling captivated by your conscience. These molecules bond, giving ultimate union to an infinite conscience.
And the water slips slowly through