Against the wise man, death has no victory. Life evolves, it ebbs and flows. It is a straight line running through time and the universe. The pieces that are left behind give new life to other things and rebirth to that which has passed. They may be small but yet they are significant. Each one is an outreach from beyond; a memory to treasure. And so it goes through time; one stone leading to another and yet another; a path not yet taken full of mystery. Time truly never ends, only place and this place can be in 10,000 places wherever a cool breeze blows, wherever a mountain river flows, wherever a raindrop falls.