To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven; A time to be born,and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and and a time to heal; a time to breakdown,and a time to buld up;A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance; A time to to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; and a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace..There is an impenetrable darkness that even the dogged mind cannot harness side by side with the egos haughtiness a merry-go-round of square emptiness.. A slumber waking up to a gray nightmare a taletold by a psychos rave and dare whispering have you seen the headless hare wandering in chase after the tailless mare? There are clowns frolicking their way to the burial ground while the gravedigger's shovel hums its round the funeral dinge echos relentlessly around dust and ashes are homewardbound.. For the way of self is always a dead end alley an empty cross is the only way out of it!!!..