You focus on the hourglass of physical reality observing the mass of your life momentarily highlighted as it free falls though the tiny chasm of today; adding to the growing mountain of your past while relentlessly excavating what remains of your future.
Physical life is that commodity of which I have given every man his measure, and more equally than you might suppose, but it is an asset of decreasing value. It has an expiration date. Eventually the last crystallized grain of days will pass through the narrow break of present and you will be no more on this earth.
