Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.

If both what is before and what is after are in this same “now,” things which happened ten thousand years ago would be simultaneous with what has happened today, and nothing would be before or after anything else.

Time is a veil interposed between God and ourselves, as our eyelid is between our eye and the light.

Our allotted time is the passing of a shadow.

 Do not lessen the time of following desire, for the wasting of time is an abomination to the spirit.