Time is perennial.

Time is perennial. Time and tide waits for none. Each and every minute of ones life is a teacher who never comes back. It is the duty of the pupil to understand and study the meaning and essence of each lessons taught by that particular teacher. 

With the passage of time and understanding of the learning, one could make out the differences. There is nothing permanent in this world. The subject of being permanent and permanent are 2 different things. It is ones vision to see what is permanent and what is not. For few souls is permanent and for few sun is permanent, for few death and taxes are permanent. 

I never heard an thief paying the taxes. I never heard an Sanyasi souls being declared dead. Who is thief and who is not thief in this world? Who could say they never stole anything in this world. Everyone starts stealing write from the mother womb. When a lady announces that she is pregnant steals the show of the family. A child in the womb steals the happiness and looks of the father and everyone who cares and hates the mother. What happens when the baby is born. It becomes cynosure of ones eye. Even the greatest sadhu will bend his/her head to respect the child. Then who will not fall in love. Everyone falls for love. Love of one or the other type. Mother loves are child. Child loves mother. Then some one loves subject, some one loves ...