Time flies
Round and round we go
Like waves
Up and down, up and down
Your humble author once wrote a song called ‘Time Flies’ about growing up in a small town with no place to go. A lot of words, filled with juvenile furor. And the basic idea stolen from Heraklit, of course. Years later a screenplay followed. Same title, different story. Even more words.
This picture of a bird (killed by the cats, then hidden and forgotten) in an instance tells more than a thousand words about the intention of that ancient greek gentleman.