User blog:Dchamp690/From The Mind Of Daniel Chapman

Aspects Of Life Slicing along soil,the blades of time sprout green life into the land,mixing with the blue of sky and golden sunset. From here the small creatures feed;from them,the large creatures feed. The count is never static,constantly falling and rising, dwindling and overflowing. The blades of time are not friendly. They ravage our memory,decompose our fallen,and separate all civilizations of the world. Next,these blades fall into the hands of man,used but also using, enlightening as man matures, crippling as time is depleted. Man is unable to ignore this curse, powerless to avoid it. However with this curse comes the meaning of life,always overlooked,always taken for granted: experience.