Each day is a new life. It starts out in darkness and silence before the light breaks in. Traffic and noise and chaos erupts. Horns honk with unchecked emotions. People are hurrying towards their adulthood, bitter towards everyone else on the same path. Then things calm, people have settled into their daily routine. Each minute, hour, day, month, and year looks much like the last and much like the next. Then again, chaos as traffic fills the world. Sadness and confusion and anger at the impending death, there is a desire for change and justification. Then calmness once again, the sun begins to set and lives end. Then out of the shell of the previous day a new life starts to be born again.
Wandering Oak
What we need now are instants so overwhelming, so irresistible, that the entire control system of regulated time melts beneath their scorching radiance. We adventurers should track these instants through the world as hunters track the most prized of prey.
Wandering Oak 