Time is an entity that has no dimensions, alone it stands
between the protons, its journey begins. It travels no distance yet is found
every where. It has no color, no character, no vice, yet it is treasured and detested
by all. It has no beginning, no end yet it is never challenged. It can not be an
element for it has no weight. Yet its passing is marked, assured of it taxes to
calculations it is applied, the forecast of which you are surely given measure.
Alas it is counted for it is but a life form with a steady
beat as if of a drum.
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