As in the passage I recently read in a book, entitled "The Soldier of
the Great War," the human element is and always will be; that is, the
existence is not dependent upon time; for it is difficult, indeed, not
to imagine where or what one was prior to one's own existence or one's
own realm of cognition. The passage is interesting, as it portrays the
thought of a painting (of a person), as he projects his image into the
future, i.e., those who look at the painting a hundred years later:
"These are the things in which I was so helplessly caught up, the
waves that took me, what I loved. When light filled my eyes and I was
restless and could move, I knew not what all the color was about, but
only what I had a passion to see. And now that I am still, I pass on
to you my liveliness and my life,...