Imagine.
Our planet floating silenting in space.Around it,a white dove flies-forever circling.
Every one hundred years,the dove's wing gently touches the face of the earth,The time it would take for the feathered wing to wear this planet down to nothing is eternity.

Within eternity time passes.within time there is changed.Soon the wing of the white dove will touch our would again.

The dawn of a new century,
Time for a new beginning.