Or, why under the chiming clock, somehow on New Year's Eve, my watch stopped.
There is a time lag between the moments. In it, clear vision breaks the screen from the eyes. And opened wide, once, a story about a friend’s life, showing his whole story from birth. Scrolling forward like a movie, opened the future ahead.
Then I wondered: “If the whole story is fit in an instant in many years, that is, whirl of currents, what's the time called?". After all, its smallest particle cannot be compared with the whole era, win and not start playing, since a million of such eras can contain. But still can not take away the awesomeness. In an instant, borderless, can't even get a thought in, in connection with the slowness and cumbersomeness of his nature.
And here, I saw time and space – like a figure, construction, what is designed for the mind. Where memory with thought is given, as an alloy forging tool, what creates the frame in multi-storey buildings.
He holds everyone, crushing with our massif on our fragile bodies. But the mind, don't be so arrogant, rested on one and two, putting into great doubt "TIME". Ah yes. Each has its own design. Everyone has a different movement.. But the universal clock – bridle. And she was created to control, so that people in a hurry all their life go somewhere wrong.