We are taken by it. The rush of seconds, hours, years that hurls us toward life then drags us toward nothingness…We inhabit time as fish live in water. Our being is being in time. Its solemn music nurtures us, opens the world to us, troubles us, frightens and lulls us.
—Carlo Rovelli - The Order of Time
As long as I stared at the clock, at least the world remained in motion. Not a very consequential world, but in motion nonetheless. And as long as I knew the world was still in motion, I knew I existed. Not a very consequential existence, but an existence nonetheless.
—Haruki Murakami - A Wild Sheep Chase