Time. Who hasn't complained about not having enough time, running out of time, having too much time. Every day, I have less time left to live. Or to flip it around, every day is one more day that I have lived.
Time,
the continuum we use
to measure
what we have accomplished.
Events going from
past through present
to future.
Always present,
the present becomes past,
the future is now,
and all kinds of existential bullshit.
Time is measured by seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years,
decades, scores, centuries.
Time is meaningless
and time means everything.
There's an old Father Time,
but not a mother.
I wonder what that means.
