The idea and experience of time, as an enabler or a constraint in living life to the optimum, is a recurring theme in my mind. Lack of time is one of the curses of our time, despite all the bits of kit we’ve created or loaded up on ostensibly to free up more of it.
Here time is portrayed benignly, as a flow of immortal and irrigating water. May it water your world and let it, and you, blossom or flourish.
‘Time ran on like immortal water, and irrigated the world.’
Source: Nikos Kazantzakis, The Last Temptation, trans. P.A. Bien (London: Faber and Faber, 1983), p. 473
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