Time is like the sea, memory is like the beach. The sea water deposits a shell on the beach and then takes it back to her vast mind.

Time is like the wind, and memory is like a giant rock. The wind has carved holes in the giant rock, and then smoothed those marks with passionate hands.

However, there are always a few shells singing the sad wind of history on the eternal beach, and there are always a few scratches telling the immortality of memory.