The past lives in me, but I cannot live in the past; the future waits for me, but I cannot wait upon the future. History weighs me down as the clock-face drags me forward. I must cut ties with either, lest I lose my Self to both.
Out. In. Life and death, promise and doubt, intermixed in a multitude of single moments.
As I breathe, I am eternal.
I need no farther horizon.
There is no grander view.