Time is perceived as a precious commodity;
Uniting past and present, becomes a goal.
Never without a challenge, the lone seeker,
Nor without controversy, as he blends the years,
Expending every effort, to create a makeshift whole,
Longing for harmony, patching memories together.
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Vincit omnia veritas,* blossoms into a new beginning,
Instilling peripheral vision, diminishing myopia;
Serendipitously, all appears to be in focus in life.
Inherently, each day may only grant limited insight;
Omniscience is reserved for the primum movens,
Necessitating our spinning around the axis mundi.
*truth conquers all things