...lost, like tears in the wind. so much time, foolish of me to think i could take it with me. keep it locked up like a precious fuel to be conserved in winter. it can be so dark it has nothing. the tighter one budgets, grasps and tries to control time, the more it fractures, splits, even oozes from between your fingers. it lacks substance, yet without it we could not be. grinding forever forward, pushing, demanding. it begs. the proper perspective for time is not to have one. let time come to you, like a neverending landscape unrolling beneath you. see the dips and valleys? the box canyons? there are roads, also. even roadsigns, maps, and directions. now imagine, also, that this landscape changes and evolves constantly, relentlessly while you try to navigate it. like a fast forward film of a landscape of billions of years. like all things, time is recursive, fractalled. how long is the coastline of great briton? it depends on how fast, accurate, and reliable your tape measure is. like all things, time becomes a loop...