A time being is someone who lives in time, and that means you, and me, and every one of us who is, or was, or ever will be.

Time itself is being, he wrote, and all being is time . . . In essence, everything in the entire universe is intimately linked with each other as moments in time, continuous and separate.

Print is predictable and impersonal, conveying information in a mechanical transaction with the reader’s eye. Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.

When I stand on the edge of a tall place I feel like I’m on the edge of time, peering into forever. The question ‘What if…?’ rises up in my mind, and it’s exciting because I know that in the next instant, in less time than it takes to snap my fingers, I could fly into eternity.

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