Unmasking Time

Consider for a moment the outrageous statements time would make if it could speak:

I am Time. I permeate the very fiber of a human being and, for that matter, of the entire physical universe. A man's lifelong experience is woven on my loom; its warp and woof are days and years. The man I know was born on a certain date, his youth and adulthood are measured in terms of me, and he is destined to depart this material scene at some point in me. I enter into every aspect of his experience, and I ride along with him as a constant companion, identifying myself with his joys and sorrows.

How Do You Read Me?
December 29, 1973

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