But Our Eyes Are Different,

Soon Man Will Count All His Days, And Then Smaller Segments Of The Day, And Then Smaller Still—until The Counting Consumes Him, And The Wonder Of The World He Has Been Given Is Lost.

Man Alone Measures Time. Man Alone Chimes The Hour. And, Because Of This, Man Alone Suffers A Paralysing Fear That No Other Creature Endures. A Fear Of Time Running Out.

Bad News Has No Limits. We Often Feel It Should, Like A Rainstorm That Can't Possibly Get Any Heavier. But A Storm Can Always Worsen, & The Burdens Of Life Can Too.

Don't Cling To Things Because Everything Is Impermanent.

God Sings, We Hum Along, And There Are Many Melodies, But It's All One Song - One Same, Wonderful, Human Song.