The symbol of time is eternity. It is flowing by a river that knows silently the shortest way to its destiny, the ocean. We will through thought and lose ourselves pretending to know what is best but do we know? The river keeps flowing, the soil keeps moistening while the grass mourns our passing and we, in silence, long for protection from the stars, long for belonging, long for the origin of our thoughts, but we don't know ‘what is’ and in not knowing we unite with the mother of all things, ourselves. We are the locus of time. We are the essence of eternity that through another's grace are allowed to exist. I exist as my mother let herself be one with another and her grace liberated me from the nothingness I was about to become, and in such nothingness, I became everything I could be, eternity and grace, divinity itself.