This is a long one; time is so full now and running as if we're on some ultimate scavenger hunt with the clock running, running...
Life's pace is completely late 1970's and we're running; running toward, running from, collecting all the elements for some alchemical soup never before concocted that would be years in the simmering. Only upon review does it begin to make much sense.
Is it madness that drives this train or is it predetermined with all its stops so carefully planned? Only time will tell and time is running at high speed. This year sets the stage for one of the biggest events I will ever be able to imagine...