Just About Time
If there was a time for it & someone told you it was you wouldn’t believe them anyway. Fortunately there is no time until you decide it until you look at it and make the distinction: It’s time for this not that. And even then you might think the time is wrong but your time is more right than anyone else’s. No two clocks are alike. So when you look back wondering why it worked or why it didn’t you cannot blame the time but rather all the things you chose to fill it with. There is no time, or perhaps there is all the time at once— It is merely the thing used to describe a thing that we wish we couldn’t control. Now in my naivety I find it just about time to stop blaming time for my inability to capture it.
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