Time. We can’t see it, we can’t hear it, we can’t weigh it, we can’t measure it in a laboratory. It’s a subjective sense of becoming what we are instead of what we were a nanosecond ago, becoming what we will be in another nanosecond. The Hopis see time as a landscape, existing before and behind us. And we move.. We move through it. Slice by slice.
Clocks measure time.
No, they measure themselves. The objective referent of clock is another clock.” —- The Man From Earth (via wheneverthesunstopsshining)
сердце бьетса другими вершинами.
значит все безнадеждно разрушено,
но зачем же, зачем поспешили мы
проститься” —уматурман - “проститься” (2004)
- don’t work
- make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face again