Time Had Changed The Magical To Mundane

Distance Was A Dangerous Thing, She Knew. Distance Changed People.

What An Unreliable Thing Is Time--when I Want It To Fly, The Hours Stick To Me Like Glue. And What A Changeable Thing, Too. Time Is The Twine To Tie Our Lives Into Parcels Of Years And Months. Or A Rubber Band Stretched To Suit Our Fancy. Time Can Be The Pretty Ribbon In A Little Girl's Hair. Or The Lines In Your Face, Stealing Your Youthful Colour And Your Hair. .... But In The End, Time Is A Noose Around The Neck, Strangling Slowly.

If Time Were A Bolt Of Cloth,” Said Om, “i Would Cut Out All The Bad Parts. Snip Out The Scary Nights And Stitch Together The Good Parts, To Make Time Bearable. Then I Could Wear It Like A Coat, Always Live Happily.

...you Have To Use Your Failures As Stepping Stones To Success. You Have To Maintain A Fine Balance Between Hope And Despair. In The End It’s All A Question Of Balance.

Zoroastrianism Is About The Opposition Of Good And Evil. For The Triumph Of Good, We Have To Make A Choice. We Can Enlist On The Side Of Good By Prospering, Making Money And Using Our Wealth To Help Others.