“The hands of a clock will find their way home.”
“The clock ticks. The two hands are convoys marching through a desert. The black bars on the clock face are green oases. The long hand has marched ahead to find water. The other, painfully stumbles among hot stones in the desert. It will die in the desert.”
“If you can't find your way home, keep forward and find a place like home”
“If Light Is In Your HeartYou Will Find Your Way Home.”
“Clock hands move noonward”
“I take my children everywhere. Unfortunately, they find a way home.”