Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.

How can we have red white and blue if we do not have freedom of speech

Written By Kevin Lee Barham

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