We seem

          We seem. Callous. Unworthy of thought or remorse. Just one more person who will slip in our life of eighty-plus years. A face in a crowd that won't surround me for longer than two seconds, one hour, maybe four years of schooling. Feel no compulsion to apologize for what will only be remembered for at least an hour more. Time let it all slip away. Slip into a stream of fading memories. After all we can only see one memory at a time. We are only frail humans with frail eyes and frail thoughts.
          Thinking! thinking such faults! Look again. One more person is one more Godling. One more tumultuous storm of life that will change the world it strikes. You and they may forget. May allow yourselves to because this is life. This is time. This is human. But we are not. We are an excuse for a humans on a limited-time-only earth experience lease. We are eternal. We will spend an eternity thinking over everything we could have done, should have done. Perhaps would have. We will have an eternity to do things, but even the doing of things will not compensate for an eternity of thought when we are not limited to this earthly weakness. When we can do everything at the same moment, and that moment is eternity, will we be different? Will we be a virtuous harmonic? Remember what we seem to be. Remember we seem not what we are. We are not always what we seem.