I grew up very strongly with this sense of time being circular: that it constantly returned upon itself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Time is nature's way of keeping everything from happening at once.
I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not aware of it passing.
We're programmed to believe that time is the enemy, that it takes away from us or that it diminishes us. I have found that it's done the opposite to me. Life is in perfect balance. It's just that our perception of it isn't.
The whole universe is based on rhythms. Everything happens in circles, in spirals.
The reason why time plays a great part in so many of my tales is that this element looms up in my mind as the most profoundly dramatic and grimly terrible thing in the universe.
I always adhered to the idea that God is time, or at least that His spirit is.
In moments of transcendence, when time stands still, your biological clock will stop. The spirit is that domain of our awareness where there is no time.
I'm fascinated by the fact that we can't grasp anything about time.
Sometimes I feel weird about time. Sometimes I feel that it doesn't go in the order we perceive it. There are... repetitions that maybe we decide not to notice because it is simpler. I like to pick up on those moments.
Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists.