Drawing a Line in the Sands of TimeA Poem by AstroAnother societal metaphor.
Billions of reaching hands in need
grasp the knotted rope of Time each twisted point an era or age of human evolution and thinking. Between each ball tightly weaved like those silken beliefs of the day existed divergent threads sowing past those hemlines of uniformity. Rebellious fabrics like a patchwork form changing styles and ideology to separate men as they are worn swaddling new beginnings to grow. On and on goes a braided progress with stubborn hands clutching firm to old ideas that have less meaning in a world of continual development. Other hands eagerly pull us forward without contemplation of the design of that new fabric insisting strength exists without the weight of reason. Mankind's pitty-pat game of grasping serves only to tighten white knuckled fists as they swing about on the rope of tangled intentions forming a noose.
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