|Time and the fallen Rameses|
As one who loves and writes about an ancient civilization, Egypt, I suppose I have a complicated relationship with time.
I love what time has left, but hate what it takes.
Time is not a friend.
Time is not a father.
Time is a thief.
Time is the currency we are all born with, yet from the moment we are born it is being stolen away from us.
Time is the gift that keeps taking.