On the Wings of Time

The lyrics for this song came to me almost all at once, just days after my beloved aunt had passed away on Mother's Day in 2018.  However, it expresses ideas I've thought about for a long time.  The universe poses an unfathomable mystery, but my sense is that everything that happens is somehow recorded in the "substance" of our existence. This idea may be pictured as an old fashioned LP record with the lines inscribed on the disk that retain the memory of music. Only when it's put on the record player does it make sense of the content.  Perhaps there is some advanced technology that can recall any event perfectly once deciphered from the ether.