There will be time to murder and create.
If all time is eternally present, all time is unredeemable
We must learn to suffer more.
It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.
Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.
Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.