TRAVELING WITH TIME © Jacqueline Ripstein 1981 oil on canvas Within the vast circle of eternity, time reveals itself not as a line, but as a suspended passage between realms. At the summit, the figure of Time stands watchful; holding the scythe not as a threat, but as a reminder that every ending is the harvest of awareness. Below, the broken clock opens its doors; its shattered center becomes a gateway through which the soul descends into incarnation… a birth takes place. The child emerges weightless, innocent, unburdened; crossing from the invisible into matter; from eternity into form. A new journey begins. Life is but a second of existence; a fragile breath suspended between the mystery of birth and the inevitability of time. Life beats with the heart; with constant ups and downs; with trials that seem endless, yet shape the depth of our becoming. Time moves swiftly, and each lifetime is measured within its limits; but the soul is not bound by time; it belongs to eternity. Life is...