Time

“The usual conception of the term Time—an indescribable something flowing at a constant rate—is erroneous,” replied my comrade. “Time is humanity’s best friend, and should be pictured as a ministering angel, instead of a skeleton with hour-glass and scythe.”

“Time does not fly, but is permanent and quiescent, while restless, force-impelled matter rushes onward. Force and matter fly; Time reposes. At our birth we are wound up like a machine, to move for a certain number of years, grating against Time. We grind against that complacent spirit, and wear not Time but ourselves away. We hold within ourselves a certain amount of energy, which, an evanescent form of matter, is the opponent of Time.”

“Time has no existence with inanimate objects. It is a conception of the human intellect. Time is rest, perfect rest, tranquillity such as man never realizes unless he becomes a part of the sweet silences toward which human life and human mind are drifting.”

~from “Etidorhpa or the End of Earth” by John Uri Lloyd

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