Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?
It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.
To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
Philosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.
A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.