* TIME *
Time is the root of all this earth; These creatures, who from Time had birth, Within his bosom at the end Shall sleep; Time hath nor enemy nor friend.
All we in one long caravan Are journeying since the world began; We know not wither, but we know Time guideth at the front, and all must go.
Like as the wind upon the field Bows every herb, and all must yield, So we beneath Time's passing breath Bow each in turn, -- why tears for birth or death ?
Bhartrihari (translated by Paul Elmer More)
December 2-4
Camp Soule, 2201 Soule Rd Clearwater Florida, 33759-1426
Two events for the price of one! Long Nights and Caravanserai have combined. Long Nights at the Caravan!
Heavy and light Tournaments, Kids games with the return of Crazy Achmed!( we tried to get rid of him but he keep coming back.) Trimaris Trivia, and the Caravan games. RUN, DON”T WALK! This is the coolest event of the year!
(It IS in winter after all!)
