Life and rocks

Writing down thoughts and ideas. 

    The time whizzes by flashing bits and pieces. Tracking time becomes more and more difficult as I get older. The imagery is of my twisted and almost mystical path through this life. Erosion of the outer layers makes me wistful recalling the Smooth river rock parable that was told me by my Dad many times. But Erosion also imparts loss. At what point does the smoothing amount to just loss of what would other wise by character. 

      So I guess time smooths you out but eventually strips you of anything that would set you apart. Leaves you just another smooth round rock in a bed of millions of smooth rocks.