Time passes in moments... moments which, rushing past, define the path of a life, just as surely as they lead towards its end. How rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making, or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed. But what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes? Might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? And, seeing those choices, choose another path?
Clue: Moby - The Sky Is Broken
...Voi lasa totul in urma, si atunci cand timpul se scurge incet,in reluare, ma voi opri sa vad lumea asa cum e, nu cum am vazut-o pana acum. Poate asa incet voi vedea mai bine detaliile care in viteza normala nu se vedeau, sau nu stiam sa le privesc.
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