Just as I was marveling at how fast the past year went by, and how short time is, I remembered how a shepherd boy answered the question posed to him by a wise man. “How many seconds are there in eternity?”
“There is a Diamond Mountain, which is two miles and a half high, two miles and a half wide, and two miles and a half in depth; every hundred years a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on it, and when the whole mountain is worn away by this, then the first second of eternity will be over.”
My father always feigned great relief to have learned that the sun would burn out in billions of years, not the millions of years he had feared.
Billions of years are flying by, and Diamond Mountain is wearing down. This year we better get to work on what is most important to us!
Storyteller's Campfire 
As always, Bob. Your story hits the mark! Love it. At once a reminder to get going and yet not to hurry about so much.
And the length of time that the treaties the Wasichu agreed to with the native people of this continent was for “As long as the rivers shall run and the grass shall grow…” Guess someone forgot, and the waters that run from that diamond mountain have become fouled in the industrial rivers of broken promises…
And when the mountain, the river, the bird, the grass are all gone, will we be left with their stories? Who will be there to listen…. The stories can’t wait!!