There is a park by my house, and in this park sits a wise man under a tree. Its currently 2009, but the misty area around this tree seems to remain in 1976. It hasn't changed since then but everything else has. And he hasn't aged a day, since 1976. His wife died that year, where the tree now is. Because her body became the tree. He loves that tree. Sometimes i sit with him and play Angels chess, and we speak of good things. He tells me, "Willie, just like the time around this tree is constant, so is my love for my wife, this tree." That's good to hear. That's good to be near...