Our life is made of moments, moments which we live in they are, or could be anything but when they are they are glorious sculptures set in stone built form our actions and they will stay there for ever not moving not acting just reminding us.
Good or bad our actions our decisions we would have done them and cannot change them but we can learn from them so that the new ones moulded out of the ever flowing stream of time can be folded better moulded into something that will be no less glorious but all the more closer to perfection. Thus we trudge on though this garden, one small garden filled with our sculptures among the millions others and hope that one of our own sculptures will impress others and show them how to not make the same mistakes.
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