I sort of wish man hadn’t made up “time.” It gives a corporate-control on breathing.
Naturally the sun and the moon let you know specifics, but if you have a watch strapped to you, or paranoid about your cellphone alarm, it’s rather unmoving to be hurried by wayward pretentious time bandits.
I dislike collision, mind-warped-madness.
I can appreciate constructive perfection, like say “water this plant on such day or it will definitely wither and die.”
But nearing to the darkness brings a solitude that not many people can apprehend.