Time eternally furnishes the soul as effortlessly as a painting decorates the home.
It can be distorted, repeated, passed on, savored, analyzed, calculated, and predicted , but can never be destroyed as it imprints stories on our faces , leaves traces of artifacts in our little worlds, and effects us in ways that sometimes only the passing of more time can surface. Many forms of time, happening simultaneously and separately around us, impact us in ways that we can only begin to imagine , but its effect is evident when we wear it on our souls . Building up into layers , and stripping down to fragments , time can be linear in fashion, as drawn by a ticking clock , or simultaneous by happening mysteriously everywhere and anywhere between living things. Time makes its mark on each little timeline of our lives and it can be passed into the lives of people in our families before and ahead of us. When masquerading as the past , time can be witnessed by memories, history, genealogy, and antiquity .