And time itself? Time was a never-ending medium that stretched into the future and the past - except there was no future and no past but an infinite number of brackets extending either way each bracket enclosing its single phase of the Universe.
The future is no more uncertain than the present.
The real war will never get in the books.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
Here or henceforward it is all the same to me I accept Time absolutely.
I write a lot too, so I would like to write or direct in the future if I...
I feel that the year ahead for me will be full of...
I don't know what my future is.
