Time. It’s on our hands. Or its hands are on us.
There are thousands of songs about times. Poems, stories, fiction, and non. People, the creators of marked time, are a little bit obsessed with it. Some, more than others. But what is time, really? When was time created? When did humans start keeping time? I love Webster’s primary definition of time. It is so perfect. […]
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