If both what is before and what is after are in this same “now,” things which happened ten thousand years ago would be simultaneous with what has happened today, and nothing would be before or after anything else.

I look for the end of the future, but it never ceases to arrive. 

The celestial machine is to be likened not to a divine organism but rather to a clockwork.

Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.