Every life tells a story. Woven through the passages of time. Secrets we hide or places we dream to be are all poured through the vessel of time to reveal the truth about us. What we really believe, who we really are. Our sins that find us time and time again. Poured through our story washing in and through us to reveal our real truth. To reveal truth itself. For anything based on a lie will not hold on through the passages of time. Time tells the story, the real story in time.