A million years went by quick.
It seems like time slips out of your hands. You wake up, and 2-3 years have passed.
I was born in 1961. Now I think the 16 years that elapsed between 1961 and the end of the wars is nothing. To a child growing up it felt like an eternity, an entirely different world.
The swiftness of time is infinite, as is still more evident when we look back on the past.
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
The hours pass and the days and the months and the years, and the past time never returns.
I did it thirty-five minutes ago.
I don't know where 12 months has gone.
I've only been gone a week," I reminded him. Well, a week's a long time. It's seven days. Which is one hundred and sixty-eight hours. Which is ten thousand, eighty minutes. Which is six hundred thousand, for hundred seconds.
Time is a funny thing. I was always puzzled with the way a single day could stretch itself out to the point of eternity in your mind, all while years melted down into the fraction of a second.
Sometimes you can do the work in the moment, and you don't know whether it's going to really have meaning once time has elapsed.
Some moments it feels longer, other moments it feels like it's flown by; you can't believe you've done it all that time... Overall, you have a strong sense for the full spectrum that you've sort of traveled.
The moment seemed endless, but it was probably only half that.
I have been free for more than a month. Some people may think that that is long enough. Others may think that that is not quite long enough.
