Your soul, Time, rises and falls, and again rises in my arteries, veins, and my nerves, silencing oblivion, death...

Time – an illusion preventing us from falling from the tight rope of life except for sleep, an ecstasy, an alienation from everything, and... death.

Be there next time happiness visits you.

What you don't do well on time will consume more of your time later. What you don't do on time, how much you would like to be able to do later, but there is no time left. What you don't do on time you do anyway, there is no forgiveness!

What is added is subtracted when it comes the time to subtract.

Every existence is a bending in the space-time of general existence and can sometimes become so dense that it does not resonate with anything from outside.