by this time there

Knock, knock
Who's there?
Even if I told you, after three weeks off, would you remember?

Hourglasses are such perfect representations of time; not for their ability to pass seconds, but rather for the visual that time comes in limited qualities, that time cannot be stopped from advancing, and that time slips away through little channels you can't control.

I find my days running from sleep to work to procrastination back to work to family to meals to leisure to faith and back to sleep. And finding time to muse much less opine on that musing becomes more and more difficult.

But that's the story of faith and life, isn't it? Success in either involves you being able to overcome that negative inertia and do beyond what you feel like doing or feel like you can do. The walk, the one that matters, only brings about that smile when you are what you are called to be rather than what you are born to be.