You tempt me with metaphysics, Sir. How dare you! Now suffer for your mistake!

There is no such thing as time. It is an illusion. A concept of man used to grasp something that we can see but don’t understand. Did our forefathers understand entropy or simply feel it and fear it? Old myths said the sun died every day, plunging us into the dark of night. The first measurement.

Later seasons intruded on us, another leash on entropy, the cycle of death and rebirth. The mood became a measure for months, in the first full moon of summer, we could dance and rejoice at the return of plenty. We can master this invisible touch. On and on, we leashed the true force that was whipping us. Weeks, days, hours minutes.

Stack them up! Build a wall! Keep it out. Keep it controlled. You have the rest of your life to accomplish this maneuver

Since we can’t avoid time and function in the modern world, accept it. Or, not. It really doesn’t change things one way or another. There is only so much you can accomplish. Time is an illusion. Only the cage we tried to build around entropy, a sick way to measure ourselves against the universe.