In theoretical math, a line is said to be a series of points, all arranged on the same vector
Each infinitely small, together making a bold, straight stroke.

Time is likewise made up of moments, sequentially arranged
Each of small duration, yet together comprising the fullness of experience.

Every one of us gets a slice of this timeline
To do with as he wishes, as he can
or some custom combination of such hope, capability and chance.

All these moments sum total to a life of fifty, seventy-five, a hundred years
Each small point a crucial element of that full span
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So, what are you going to do with yours?