Time does not exist. It's all a matter of space. Corruption bodies, their pawing and dissolve. The amok feelings, the interweaving of opinions, their fade and blend. Memories, hopes, nostalgia, remorse dust suspended in a sunbeam.
A question of space: and there is to be even smaller, powerless, insignificant - but still, finally stable, planted and developed in an estate, a light of eternity.