Time must have no stake and it just simply runs.

Time's plain nature must be talking nothing.
If time talks so much by itself, we'd never survive our own life.

Nevertheless, we truly know that we lean on our ruling regulation for go along with time's going. Because if there was no time, we'd never have any future prospect nor any useful recollection to any passed past to us.

Actually, we have date, and any date must have own number and each distinct and the sole never replaced calendar.
And each caalendar must accompany each distinct our appearance.
Necessarily we can know it so well.

No calendar, no recollection, no hopeful wish to future, no touched emotion, no witty parody for ruined spirit and absurd action.

Only calendar knows time is never ceasing nor resting.

Essentially, world as one being has no guarantee only for sustaining parmanently.

Otherwise, only we are given an occasion for checking our world's going on.

What is that calendar signifis us? 

Answering the question must mean to us that anything must be flexed by our will or action for making us convinced or not, however, only calendar ceaselessly cut at any time running must never change nor flex any proceeding pace.

At least for us, so easily frank road must be found by ourselves in some so trivially attending modest stone or kind of one so sweet easy wind blow.

Hope in hopeless roundabout in heavily dark cloud overshadowing stink land must be told in our own notice to calendar suggesting our memory around not that demolished same that land.

Apr. 17th.     2022