"A young child sits building sandcastles in a sandbox. It constantly builds something new, something which it treasures for only a moment before it knocks it all down again. In the same way Time has been given a planet to play with. The is where the history of the world is written, this is where the events are engraved - and smoothed over again. This is where life bubbles like in a witch's couldron. One day we'll be modelled here, too - from the same brittle material as our ancestors. The wind of Time blows through us, carries us and is us - then drops us again. We are conjured up and tricked away. There is always something lying and brewing in anticipation of taking our place. Because we're not standing on solid ground, we're not even standing on sand - we are sand."
We can't hide from Time.
"Time follows our every move, because everything around us is immersed in this transient element."
It's scary to think how Time eats it way through history as silently and relentlessly as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
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