Time And Space

As Daddy-o used to recite:
Time waits for no man,
it passes you by,
it rolls on forever,
like the clouds in the sky.
(by who?)

by Avey Shrum

And in an email from a dear friend:

"Death is a strangely irreconcilable moment (no matter if we are together to the end or not) …we rationalize and carry on but the heart still looks for the love lost."
and
Shakespeare’s Tempest…
Prospero:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158