A Monologue with the Æther

Self Is the Longest Journey

At Rest

Thirty-one million, Five hundred thirty-six thousand seconds, In a year. And people say they don’t have enough time. Two billion, Five hundred twenty-four million, Six hundred eight thousand seconds, In a lifetime. Maybe just once in a while for a few seconds, Everyone could stop and smell the flowers. Perhaps then, they’ll realise, We have as long as is necessary.