There were no clouds no beams of sun. Only the blaze of light reflecting off of the pavement. Looking at the ground there is only a continuous line of experinced paint. It stood still as I looked at it. It didn't move but this contant marker went on forever. The paint was indiffrent to the world around it. Like Pi is always Pi no matter the eqution around it. Time goes on forever too, always contant, always progressive. So does it really matter what we do? Time will always be in front of us and past us. Humanity will always be falling forward and catching it's self again to fall forward.