Time Is a Magician
Time does magic,
for it is not real.
Time is all illusion,
a sleight-of-hand.
We're tricked by it,
parceling time into
minutes and hours,
days and months,
years and decades:
but they don't exist,
no more than a
border does when
viewed from space.
You can prove that,
however old you are:
think back to a very
early memory, like
riding a bike or
tying your shoes
for the first time
without help from
the grown-ups...
be it twenty years
or sixty years ago,
doesn't it really
seem like it was
only yesterday?
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