We grow up
but do not comprehend life.
We think life is just the passing of time. The fact is,
life is one thing,
and time something else.


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We grow up but do not comprehend life. We think life is just the passing...
We grow up
but do not comprehend life.
We think life is just the passing of time. The fact is,
life is one thing,
and time something else.
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The editor introduces the issue.
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