Before You Know It, a Century's Gone By

Before you know it, a century's gone by. Then another. Then all you can talk of is a distant place (this here) and another Time altogether, with which you are only in the slightest connected. Of people who, though quite who we are, we're quite, quite unlike. And so Time flies. In the main, though the emotions of roots and certainties of history remain, we're soon not really connected to any person we truly and personally know there, in the bygone Time.