As evolutionary time is measured, we have only just turned up and have hardly had time to catch breath, still marveling at our thumbs, still learning to use the brand-new gift of language. Being so young, we can be excused all sorts of folly and can permit ourselves the hope that someday, as a species, we will begin to grow up.
Time is the school we learn in.
TIME: Today Is My Everything
I’m drawing a diagram of what time looks like if you’re looking straight into it – like looking down a tunnel and seeing a circle, if the tunnel were an angry ten-dimensional crab, which is what, in vastly oversimplified terms, we mean by the human word time.
The days of the digital watch are numbered.
All my pains has always increased my sense of purpose.
You get to know what you should have done better regretfully when you watch others take the stage enthusiastically to do what you should have done better
There is only as much space, only as much time,
Only as much desire, only as many words,
Only as many pages, only as much ink
To accept all of us at light-speed
Hurrying into the Promised Land
Of oblivion that is waiting for us sooner or later.
It was difficult to imagine that a full day hadn’t yet passed since we boarded the airliner in New York. I paused. Medieval man believed that one was placed beyond the touch of time, and therefore aging, while attending Mass. What, I wondered, would he have made of those hours we left up in the sky? I would not change my watch until I gave the matter more thought.
Love makes things so easy. At the same time, it makes things very difficult. The meaning of love always remains to be the same. It just gets changed according to the perception of people in different gestures.