As we grow older,
That which is older grows upon us.
And the world seems a smaller place.
The years go by like months,
The months go by like weeks,
The weeks go by like days,
The days go by like hours,
And the hours go by like minutes.
And our world which in our youth was all that we knew
Slowly reveals itself to be a surprisingly alien
Full of centuries of hard work, unlikely events, and
The world could be a very different (and better)
Even within the confines of human nature.
Taken to its natural conclusion
Were we each to live for millennia, perhaps longer
We would find eternity in an instant
And infinity at the door.