I Pit Time.
Why?
I Pit Time because it fools people and makes them believe it means something more than a centimeter-scale on a ruler.
Time, you are nothing but a convenience, an abstract tool, and it is time someone put you in your place.
Time, you don’t exist. You aren’t even a concept. We use you, because we want to compare the movement of objects relative to one another. It is this movement we measure, and we use you as a vulgar little scale. Whenever we need you, we pick a steady rhythm from nature or create one of our own, a fixed pace, and use it as a metronome against which we measure the (other) notes of existence.
If we so desire. Because without the metronome – in other words, without you, oh Time, life goes on just the same.
And yet, like the Emperor’s new clothes, you manage to obscure movement, because you’ve convinced people that they want to see you.
Time, I pity your victims, and I pit you.
You pompous, self-aggrandizing piece of shit. May the day come soon that people see you for what you really are. May the day come soon that people will again say things like "My, dear Emperor, I like the new look! And by the way, are you a grower or … "
Until that day comes, I will make sure people will see you for the humble convenience that you really are, wherever and whenever I can.
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