You don't need me to tell you that time is a mystic, a medicine woman, a trickster, a teacher. You know how time can flow or stop, nearly drown you or nearly run you dry. You also probably don't need me to tell you how, when time is doing its tough-love thing, how you can be the stone in the stream, sitting, letting the flow wash around it, unaffected.
Well, regardless, I need me to tell me these things. Time is a fast friend and a harsh teacher, but its our perception which makes it so. Time just flows, man. It stitches events together so that we don't lose them. Or ourselves, for that matter.
Someone once said, and I can't remember who, but it might have been Bernie Clark, that time is what keeps things from happening all at once.
Agreed. But it also keeps things happening, period. Which, honestly, is one hell of a lucky break.