But time seems to be slowing when bad things happen, and speeds when I simply wish for the moment to never end. Perception is everything. For example, I can be a person that seems as solid as a wall while the inside crumbles and I am left nothing more than a hollow shell. Enjoy the true selves that people present to you. For you will never truly understand the colossal depth of the importance of being authentic to the world until it has escaped your grasp forever. I have another visit with the caretakers of my mother’s concern of the flimsy illusion of health that I have projected. I’ve begun my tread on the raging black ocean inside myself. That ocean is time in and of itself; we long to escape the things we once wished for and that is ironic as our blood. I think that people may find that our singular lives have little impact on the world, but when they are all taken into account, there is a definite effect.