Mosaic of Continuity

Time is a harsh but faithful mistress. One can rely upon her sweet caress as one can rely upon the harrowing itch that follows. However, although she moves in mysterious ways her work is not entirely unidentifiable; although she is invisible she leaves a trail of scent in her wake, a scent that is detectable and discernible by intellect only. This trail is the unbroken stream of being and when reconstructed by thought, it is transformed into a mosaic of continuity which is the deliberate division of the unbroken, continuous trail into endless, microscopic parts, that is to say into suitable mouthfuls for the truth-seeking soul.