Sunday, April 11, 2021

Horological Negotiations

Somehow, it's almost 4pm on Sunday.  

I don't think I agreed to this.  I'm not complaining.  Maybe it's time we renegotiated our contract with the clock. 

There has to be something, yet undiscovered, to modulate the measurement of existence.   Marking Twain in the proper time channels has to be possible to navigate a better course through time.  Some new chronological astrolabe will replace the clock.  Then, we'll have all the time to do whatever you want to do.