Riding upon the wings of time with the ages of history in hand,

The silent stealth rider of the heavens arises to gird on the fleshly souls of all man.

The passage of horse-ridden rider is as seamless as the flow of the course of the river which runs

Through mountains and valleys and cities and woodlands, untouched by the changing tides of oceans.

Should even the river dry up and cease to give forth its flow, the silent stealth rider would still

Course through the way of the world in the heavens above as well as below on the earth.

For age is as old as the time before time, each meter measured out in minute steps of the seconds of minutes,

And we are but the leasers who have but a moment in time to tend to all that of which we are tenants.