Time is never-ending. Although we die, the time that has surrounded us all of these seemingly exigent years, these ultimately insignificant years will not stop. Our lives seem so vast and imperative to us and yet in the end, we are so inconsequential. I know I have said this before. I guess I am just re-realizing it. I would like to believe however, if only for my sanity’s sake, that someone will feel when I a gone. For one moment, their time will halt. Some connection, any connection I have made will possess and retain a strong enough bond that some kind of telepathy will pass and she will know. He will know. They will know. It will be as if I am giving you my silent goodbye, my special goodbye; my undying gratitude. In words unspoken, your bones, organs and resplendent heart will know my irrevocable love.