“As we go through the flightiness of time, dazed by the inebriety of our mental time voyage, we must hit the brakes, sometimes, and not shy away from questioning ourselves, when we wade through the tanning mist of our memory that embroiders our thoughts or distorts them. ("Uber alle Gipfeln ist Ruh" )” TimeMemoryMentalDazedEmbroiderFlightinessHit The BrakesInebrietyShy AwayWade Into Author:Erik Pevernagie