After the binge of turkey and tryptophan

Well, one could especially consider thanksgiving as an end and a beginning at which time people eat stuffed turkeys and become somulent because of the tryptophan in the meat of the bird that brings on drowsiness.

Like those turkeys people are somewhat stuffed with a lot of meat that perishes with age and things seem to go wrong by stages, and then one realizes that even the bones aren't that durable or eternal and perish, and thus Solomon noted that all is vanity and people perish like blades of grass. So, since that is the way it is one needs to write aesthetic poems about beautiful sunsets and clear, bright sunrises and ocean waves curling and breaking with millions of beautiful refracted sounds and such as infinite reflections of light in the waters that strike the eyes and realize that time is temporal (that's really redundant) and is physical particles or phenomena running from less disorder to more including complex disorder.

Time is evidently a dimension like space that goes in a particular direction, and its good for people that they change through aging as the dimension moves on or they would be stranded in time apart from it and the things it has for live ones that God reiterates a billion times better in the post-time eternity of all that very strange concatenation of everything possible all at once and infinitely too without limits of space or time.