Clock. It corresponds to the circle of life. Ticking away each second, eventually to minutes, etc. The end is only in the hands of the beholder. The righteous one above. King of all. The big hand is lesser than the small. The small, lowly, but humble hand. That does oh so much in such little ways. Counts down the hours of our lives. The time we have is precious, yet the symbolism the small hand projects is great. We only have so much time to spend, wasting. Make everyday the best as if it were your last and every minute the most positive possible. Your story shall resume in the afterlife. Ask yourself, what is needed to fulfill your flow in the steam called life. Take it in and acknowledge. For not many people do.
