a cottage industry,

a cottage industry, with foibles and setbacks, with solutions and new sets of problems to be solved, arms and legs take care of it for me, walk me through the plans, into mistakes and out of them, time passing so saves us, we live our lives in the contraption of our thought and all we can count on is time which continues regardless of what we forget and will get us there to where we go in a flowing stream, all this year’s humanity, and next year’s will be carried on, and each will fall away at our ultimate destination, where we never thought to be having no provision for it, depending on time to take care of all that