Time passed is all the same. It's all a blink. If today I choose to forget all that I remember, it would also include how old I am. In that case I start now. With no measure of time spent or lived. In that case, its all a blink. It is then, you and me, start anew. Start fresh. Start equal. Start as foolish. Start as wise. In that case, you and me are no different. What is infancy, youth and age? Its relative. Its relative to who you are to who I am. Can words encompass all that we are, all that we live, feel or understand? Or maybe words are a realm too! Maybe.