Our lives are woven into the fabric of time,
our past is separated from our future
by a thin thread called the present;
the moments of our lives are mixed
with the fabric of all others
who have lived, are living, and will live
on this Earth;
almost always unknown to us,
the many people who have touched our lives.
How many lives will we touch - unknown to us?
How many generations will be affected by each one of us?
Every breath we take has the molecules
of past generations circulating within it;
our molecules will be mixed
with the breath of future generations.
Our lives are forever intertwined
with the fabric of time;
we can make that fabric - brilliant,
or we can make that fabric -
fade into oblivion.
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