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.
Like a small boat adrift in the fog, she caught glimpses during patches when the mist cleared of a world far away, in which everything was changing.
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.
What if I travel so far away in my dreams that I can’t get back in time to wake up?
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.
-“and in even a fraction of a second, we have the opportunity to choose,and to turn the course of our action either toward the attainment of truth or away from it. Each instant is utterly critical to the whole world.
You can’t hold on to water or keep it from leaking away.
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.
Death is certain. Life is always changing, like a puff of wind in the air, or a wave in the sea, or even a thought in the mind.