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Created on: April 17, 2008
Time does not heal all things. Time plus patience plus education plus effort plus thought plus ideas plus caring heals all things. Time is not a static thing. Time is something that is moving constantly, something like water. You may be able to put your finger into it and make waves. You may change the past by altering your thoughts about the present. You may bend time and speed up the present to slow down the future. You may slow down time and see into a parallel universe or even travel into a parallel universe and visit those you thought were long gone.
Time is a brilliant creation. There is time, there is timelesness, there is a reality beyond time and above the tick of the clock. A timeline gives a person a mental picture of the reality of the moment-by-moment reality we all live in. The imagination perceives time and lifts men to that state of timelessness in which one may see into the past to see into the future.
Time gives perspective on a man's life, perspective of world events, perspective of history and perspective of what may happen or what will happen in the future. There is no limit to the boundaries of time. A person may raise himself to project his mind into that timelessness in which solution to all problems may be found.
A man of genius sees how time works, how philosophical vision uses time to his advantage, how communication sends signals to a man in the future who may be also keen on finding timeless vision.
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