So after re-reading it, what I did in this piece was each paragraph representative of a point in a mortal's life. The world's rotation before one is born, one's birth and first pleasure as well as first pain, one's first appreciation of peace after having waded through a lifetime of what seems like chaos, one's first realisation of the pains and trails that one has been through after seeing how wounded a child can be compared to oneself, and finally one's death where the events of a lifetime are briefly recounted. At this end, I posture that in this space, some sort of meaning is finally given to all the symbolism that the world presents to you, and true appreciation of mortality can finally come into place. I also posture that, if re-incarnation is truly what happens to a soul after the end of a journey, then all of this meaning is lost in the next life, perhaps to be unearthed again and reflected upon after digging through the sands in the hourglass of mortality.

This is why I love to read and hate to write. How can I begin to compete with such brilliance? Best to stick with what I know, and that's a great story when I read one! Bravo