<div class="legacy-text">Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. <br />-William Faulkner<br /><br />And as I stand here soaking up the summer, it seems that these little wheels turning away the seconds has stopped, and the time seamlessly flow through the sun over my skin. I am reminded of how all desire yearns for eternity.</div>