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I found solace in his ignorance. He dreamt without any legs to leap or take giant steps. Yet, it was surreal because he thought time required no sacrifice. She was a woman – soft, gentle, beautiful. Even while women swirled and angels struck, he felt time was more temperate. An African child, yet he rode on his wishes like horses to the Vatican. He crossed the Rubicon like Caesar, and on the other side was his victory. He conquered the world in his mind.

When Cupid shot his arrow the wrong way, he followed it and stuck the arrow in his heart without fear of the fall. Time, a gentle woman, brought a girl. She was caramel, a rose, a daffodil, and all of heaven’s sweetness. He escaped time’s few mood swings in her embrace. What should be said of her smile that Shakespeare forgot? Nothing was her tendril, not gold or silver, but God and the gentle hands of time then.

When sorrows came, they did not come as single spies, but in battalions. When the sorrows started to come, he thought Claudius was callous. He thought he was a prophet of doom who had no good in his prophecies. He thought he was a sad seer or a soothsayer who had lost all soothing in life. “You’re right,” time whispered in his ears. Later, he knew he knew nothing, and time wasn’t a woman. He began to trample on unfurling flowers and rest on thorns in the woods of life. He started to read not only pages of books but engraved words on the hearts of tombs.

Then, I told him, “I long to find it in the unlikeliest of places and persons. I haven’t found it, but I will.” He shaped his face to tell me that he could still smell grief and reproach. Again, I whispered, “They go like snails and fly like the peregrine falcon; so, still, love time.” One day, when he stood at the threshold of a victory after victories, he saw the darkness still, but he beaconed as a light, one the darkness couldn’t comprehend. To the papers, the flashing shutters, the hoping children, and the broken aged, he whispered loudly, “A little while it lasts, embrace the sorrows and the joys. Seek strength, pray for peace, and live for love.”

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