What time is it?
What is it, Time?
It is Time-what?
Is it What time?

These things are deep and beyond seeing.

Time bundles itself in the human mind like the cars of a slow freight, the instants insistently coupling as though they belonged together. This ridiculous behavior is almost as undignified as copulation. And just as addictive. The pretense of irreversibility is especially galling. Like the cascade of moments, they say the difference between a lightbulb and a pregnant nun is that the lightbulb can be unscrewed -- for Rapaire, unscrod.

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