When I look at the horizon and the whole nature, the valleys, rivers, mountains and stars, I understand that time has passed but I also understand that something, in essence, has not changed. Since life is like a withered leave that falls and is blown away by the wind. But at the same time, a new flower is born.
Time, then, is a reference, not to drown the conscience in the past but to be born to a science of renewal. Every beginning has an end. Every ending is always a door to Eternity.
