We sit and watch, and while watching happens,
All else stops.
We remember. We recall. We remain
inactive.
We die. Slowly enough to watch.
“At least he ran in the right direction: ran back. And that is what shames me most of all. I, who call myself a warhorse and boasted of a hundred fights, to be beaten by a little human boy – a child, a mere foal, who had never held a sword nor had any good nurture or example in his life.” -C.S. Lewis (Sliding down may be the thing that lets you climb.)
