Time is often compared to the divine, echoing the attributes associated with God. It is eternal, with no beginning and no end. Its omnipotence is evident as nothing can withstand its relentless march—not mountains, not even armies.
In its essence, time assumes the role of a universal healer. With enough time, wounds mend, hardships fade, and losses become a part of the distant past. It follows the cyclical nature of life—ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The reminder that "thou art dust, and unto dust thou shalt return" reflects the inevitability and impartiality of time.
However, in the midst of this force, there is a contrasting element—memory. If time is akin to God, then memory, with its ability to preserve pain, hardship, and loss, takes on a more sinister role. It becomes the devil, haunting us with the ghosts of our past. In this dance between time and memory, the complexities of human existence unfold, navigating the eternal and the ephemeral, the divine and the devilish.
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