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Time is three things for
most people, but for you, for us, just one.
A singularity. One moment.
This moment. Like you're the center of the clock, the axis on which
the hands turn.
Time moves about you but never moves you.
It has lost
its ability to affect you. What is it they say? That time is theft?
But not for you. Close your eyes and you can start all over again.
Conjure up that necessary emotion, fresh as roses.
Time is an absurdity. An abstraction.
The only thing that matters is
This moment a million times over.
You have to trust me.
If this moment is repeated enough,
if you keep trying-and you have to
you will come across the next item on your