Who would have thought?

Well its official! Spandex is not always a guaranteed TIME killer. While most would argue (at least from the hetero male group) that watching girls dive around a gym wearing tiny spandex shorts would definitely qualify as a fantastic activity to stick it hard to TIME, I have to disagree. Sorry to all the perverts out there but I would much rather watch the ping pong world championships then line judge another volleyball game. TIME you may have won this round, but I will come at you with a vengeance as soon as I leave that gym floor for the last time!

Google can be on my Neighborhood Watch any day!

Meajan Murray is boring and doesn't do anything fun.

It's a Fact.

Aladdin Sane

Who is David Bowie?

Just an ordinary glam rock king? Or a gallant legionnaire in the war on TIME?

Sure, he has become an idol of hipsters worldwide, but who can blame him? After all he has paved the way for young males to paint their faces and wear obscenely feminine clothing, not to mention his advancement of the mullet into a new modern era. But the best thing that has come out of Aladdin Sane is not lightning bolt face paint or flaming red mullets, but a recording of such despicable hatred about YOU KNOW WHO! Yes, I am referring to the song simply titled "Time".

Time - he's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boys

Time - he flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy

Time- In Quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time

The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain,
And many other last names. . .

Bowie, I bow to you. Your poetic bashing of our hated enemy has given me new energy and hope! I will paint my face and wear spandex to honor your vision, your memory. You are a true hero Bowie. . .You are OUR hero!

Stephen Hawking is a minor diety

No one F's Time in the A like Stephen Hawking. The guy makes Marty McFly look like a talentless hack. Mr. Hawking, I wouldn't miss your time travelers' reception for the world.

How to Build a Time Machine

Time Kills Required Reading

Know thine Enemy.

New Zealand hates the rest of the world

We're on to you, New Zealand. You sit down there all smug with your beautiful country, your lack of materialism, and your rugby thinking you don't owe the rest of the world and apology. You're the biggest traitor in the epic battle against Time.

I'm talking about the International Dateline, New Zealand, the icon of Time's dominion over humanity. Each day starts with you, and you're too much of a push over to stop it! Don't tell us you don't have the strength to stand up to Time and say "No more!" Hell, even Micronesia is out there fighting the good fight while you just sit there watching your Tuatara munch on a fricken leaf! Thanks for nothing, New Zealand. The world is paying for your passivity.

Time is a Rapist

Things Time has continually raped:

Africa, Michael Jackson's face (too soon?), the global economy, Dick Clark, black holes, snakes, free speech, Tom Barry (the jury is still out on whether or not this was consensual), the Mets, prisoners, Ben Affleck's acting career, my cat, equal rights (minus the heterosexual Caucasian male), Stephen Hawking's motor skills, Pluto's validity, taxpayers, Dick Cheney's soul, etc.

The list could go on and on.. further suggestions or disclosures will be considered.

Think of the Children!

In attempt to wear out my soccer players today, I had the team run back and forth between cones while I sat on my plump laurels and made fake notes of who got the fastest lap. When the kids were finished, the only one of the bastards I don't hate said to his teammate "what was your time?"

"No, Tyler!" I yelled, "I thought you were different! I thought you had a future! Don't you know that you're supposed to be F'ing Time in the A!?"

The doe-eyed six year old just stared at me, uncomprehending. It seems as though Time has gotten to our children. Dammit Time, not only are you ruining the next generation, you got me fired for telling six year-olds what to do to you.

The Highest Praise!

What is the highest praise any person, place, comment, or thing could ever receive?

"You are the best!" NO, not even close!

"That is the coolest most ridiculously awesome fantastic thing ever!" Not quite.

The highest of high praise is simple, elegant, and of course sticks it to Time like the Almighty Zeus did.

"That is timeless!"

Yes, timeless is the phrase that expresses such supreme greatness that it should be reserved for the most epic of persons, places, comments, or things. So don't go slinging it around to just average greatness!

Autumn, The Best Season of the Year

Autumn, and/or Fall is the best time of year. Why you might ask? Because when describing it, never is the word "time" used in reference or conjunction with it. There is wintertime, there is springtime, and there is even summertime. There is no "fall time." Wisely, the season of fall refused time like the rest of us because it too recognizes how much BS time truly is. We commend you Autumn for standing up to time. You are the best season of the year, and your foliage is beautiful.

Time Kills Salutes Meg Murry!

You've wrinkled Time not once, twice nor thrice, but five times! That's better than a Shar Pei. Furthermore, your ability to backtrack in age throughout the span of your quintet book series proves that you hold no regard for chronology, therefore bending Time over once again. You truly are a pioneer in the feminist movement against Time, paving the way for other female renegades, of whom we will recognize in future postings. Also, your name rocks. We salute you!

Time is a daddy killer

It is well documented that Time has been screwing us over since the dawn of Paganism when Kronos, the youngest offspring of Gaia (mother earth) and Uranus (father sky) overthrew his own father. Seriously, Time? Your own pops?

We all know why you did this. Because you were the same insecure, whiney bastard in the Golden Age as you are today and we're sick of it! Adding insult to injury, Kronos also decided to castrate his father. Freud must have had a field day with you, Time.

Punctuality and being On Time

When you are punctual, that means that you are on time. If you are on time, that means that time isn't on you. You are free of time, and in a more perverse sense, when you're on time, you're F-ing time in the A.

Let's Burn Time Down

Time!--thou art a churlish bitch that bites
My heels and drives me, blindly bold, to skirt
Oblivion, construct eternity
Carpe that diem, set the hours alight.

A minute burns easily, too slim to fight
The force with which ourselves we do divert
'Til hours blaze with ardent solemnity:
The tender rage of pyrotechnic rites.

To embers--Time--to dust, to fading light
We turn you. You return; sweet, inert,
To lay your chastened head 'gainst divinity
Fast fading from loosening sinews bright.

You settle over us like ash--thick, light--
Resurrecting slow...until we reignite.

Bad Timing, HA!

She looked at me with those eyes, those big fucking beautiful eyes, those eyes that made me fall in love with her 5 minutes earlier when she got on at the Belmont stop.

"It's just bad timing, I'm sorry." She said.

"You're sorry?" I replied with a snarl. "Why? Because not only is Time choking the life out of me, it's ruining my chances with the girl of my dreams?"

"We just met 5 minutes ago, you don't even know me." She said with a confused look on her face.

"There you go again with Time." I looked up at the ceiling exacerbated, on the verge of a total breakdown.

"You're crazy." She said over her shoulder as she quickly ran out the doors at La Salle.

Sonnet for My Female Robot Slave

With your beep and whir does my heart alight
As I see that knowing, blinkless look cast.
That longing sign of feminine delight
At your ability to multi-task.
I complete you as you complete the charge
That does fall under my jurisdiction.
Look Science, who scans universe at large
For fabled "fountains of youth" found fiction,
Cast not your wild net so wide and far
That you cannot see this sweet steel hand 'fore.
This hand which shines brighter than any star
And protects you from each and every chore.
You're the one to save me from Time, from Grave.
It is you, my female robot slave.

Hey Switzerland!!!

Hey Switzerland, your time pieces are just pieces of Time! What do you think of that!!???!! Just because you have a beautiful country full of polite people that produce incredible chocolate doesn't give you the right to claim neutrality! Lies!!! You are Time's strongest ally!

I will wear my Rolex to remind me of your infidelity.

Time Kills Salutes Rosie!

Rosie the Robot Maid, we salute you! Your multi-tasking abilities did not save Time, they made Time your bitch!

Time brainf*cked my mother!

Time, that sneaky bastard, stuck it to me this morning as I was casually perusing my morning e-mails. Observe (and enjoy the cuteness that is my mom):
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(Sent Tue, Mar 23, 2010 at 4:19 AM)
Mom: 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY MEGGIE............................
HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYTOOOOOOOYOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!

Can't you just picture me serenading you in the morning when you don't want to open your little peepers!!!! Anyway, love you and wish we were there for your birthday. Will you have cake!?!?! Be good and have a wonderful time!

Love you,
Mama

P.S.  Can you believe you are 24??????????????  Time sure is amazing, it seems like you were just that little girl about 3 or 4!!
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(Sent Tue, Mar 23, 2010 at 10:44 AM) 
Me: 
Um, Mom..my birthday isn't until tomorrow. As in March 24. Didn't your lady parts remind you of that this morning? I'm sure they remember that day and my abnormally large head very clearly. And yes, I will eat cake. Preferably chocolate. But on Wednesday, when it's my actual birthday. Love you, too.
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Screw you, Time. Seriously. I will never get that digital, birthday-telegram moment back. EVER. You are pure evil.

March & Time = Total Madness

Question: What is a fundamental characteristic of the great game of basketball?

Answer: It is played with TIME constraints of two 20 minute halves.

Question 2: Okay, what else is interesting about these two 20 minute halves?

Answer 2: TIME is counting down, not up!

Question 3: What does this mean?

Answer 3: This means that this month of non-stop basketball is complete "madness!"

Interestingly, it seems that time can run both ways at the same moment. While we watch a game of basketball, we might agree that time (or at least our time) is moving forward or counting up. The seconds and/or minutes and/or hours are increasing. However, at the same moment that we are watching time increase, we may also see the opposite during the same basketball game: time is running out! Yes, during basketball games we are no longer counting up, we are counting down!

How can we live with such contradictory representations of time? If time really exists, which way is it counting: up or down? Is this why they call it "March Madness?"

Madness it is. Apparently, we as humans allow time to go both ways and seem to find it very exciting when we reverse the direction of time in a competitive athletic environment. Ridiculous!

Then again, maybe sports with clocks counting down have it right... I mean the whole thing! With time counting up, it seems that time is totally infinite. With time counting down, time is very finite, and not to mention controllable. When time is counting down, we are killing time in 20 minute increments! It should also be mentioned that in basketball games, you can stop time! A "time out" may be called either by a) yelling "time out," or b) making a T sign with your hand. Badabing, the clock has stopped, time has ceased to count down, and you are in control. This is not to mention that all of these sports with counting down clocks are fun, which we have established as the number one killer of time.

All in all, I believe it is clear or really very unclear what time really is. No one seems to know, illustrating further that time is complete bullshit. It is two faced, disingenuous, and complete madness.

Asia, our most important ally.

I am frankly embarrassed that I didn't think of this before. Hell, we made an entire post about an early-90's cartoon before mentioning the world's most populous continent, and our greatest ally in the fight against time.

How do I know? Over the course of a recent trans-Pacific flight, we flew for 12 long hours but landed 3-HOURS BEFORE WE LEFT! Is the Ring of Fire some sort of magical time warp that we can use to our advantage? No. It's deeper than that. It has to be.

Confucius himself said "Time flows like the water in a river," which means that time must ultimately run into the ocean and become salinated. What does this mean? I have no clue, but Confucius totally managed to make time his bitch, so I say we run with it.

Time, 1; Dinosaurs, 0

Yeah, and look where that attempt at smugness got you, dinosaurs.

Take your time? I don't think so.

Have you ever wondered if you have suicidal tendencies? Well if you use the phrase, "take your time," the answer is yes, you are desperately suicidal. By allowing someone to take THEIR time you are essentially allowing time to kill YOU, in short you might as well be slitting your wrist with a safety pin. Don't tell me to take my time because I sure as hell won't tell you to take yours.

Time is on your side?

Jerry Ragovoy is either an idiot or the anti-Christ.

What's your level of VIP-ness?

Time is a starfucker! We have always know that Time is vain, but this is simply unfair! The concept of the VIP line has always bothered me, why should certain individuals be admitted faster or allowed to park closer? Just because Time is an avid reader of US Weekly and gets its panties in a bunch over the thought of Brad and Angelina appearing at the opening of some hot new club does not give it the right to discriminate. I am sick of Time giving handouts to the rich and famous!

My Ex-Friend

I was at my favorite public drinking establishment last night enjoying some anti-Time beverages with some friends when I made some callous joke about a fellow patron. We burst into hysteric laughter at the poor soul's expense. When we finally regained composure, my then-friend remarked: "Ah, good times, good times." My good humor was shot dead. I got up and walked out without another word. How could I be friends with someone who openly praised time?

Drinking: The anti-time

Have you ever been over-served at the bar one evening, then you wake up to friends telling you stories of things you don't remember? "Dude, you totally barfed in her purse and handed it back to her saying 'no need for change'" or "You went to sleep on the beach volleyball court and wouldn't move because you claimed the season wasn't over."

Your friends are bastards. They are using Time against you. By drinking, you've been actively defeating time by removing its influence on your life. Don't let these so-called friends undo your victory! You are a loyal soldier in the war against time! Those who bring it back are like the Americans who said "Ya know, the Redcoats really aren't so bad. Let's not throw that tea in the harbor."

So grab another pint, friend. And keep fighting the good fight. You're a true patriot. Your friends are practically French.

Further proof that Time is deadly.. and bilingual

Sorry, but it looks like P. Cruz's sassy accent can't even save you from Time's assassin. It has been brought to our attention by some hot Andalusian chick that the Spanish word for time is "tiempo." Now this may seem like a perfectly adequate translation of the Anglo-Saxon derivative, and kind of fun to say as it rolls off the tongue pretty easily, but oh no, Baxter. You are so wrong. It's much, much more than that.

The word "tiempo" in Spanish is a homonym (a link for stupid people). It is used to describe both time and the weather, which totes kills everything in its path via: tsunamis, hurricanes, earthquakes, Dick Cheney, flash floods, tornadoes, heat waves and apocalyptic blizzards that only Dennis Quaid and Jake Gyllenhaal can survive in (Some people didn't have TIME to see '2012' so the references are a little stale, sorry).

So, by several bilingual degrees of separation, we can once again prove that Time indeed kills. What an inconvenient truth. Joder.

"Waste of Time"

I was at the auto mechanic the other day waiting for my car to get tuned up. A lady seemed very angry with the person behind the desk. Clearly things weren't going her way. Perhaps she received some unfortunate news about her car. In a sigh of pure frustration, she sat down next to me and said, "Well that was such a huge waste of time!" Resenting her defense of time's value, I immediately corrected her saying, " No, that is time wasting you!" She moved a seat down from me and started reading a newspaper.

Time is Promiscuous

Time sleeps with the following people, things, and ideas:

Desire, stress, disease, Tom Barry, traffic, hate, uncomfortable chairs, Ben Stein, emergency rooms, cubicles, Keanu Reeves, death, jealousy, the movie Being Human, loneliness, anger, Britney Spears and Kenny G at the same time, losing, waiting, dentists, fear, terrorists, tone deaf people singing karaoke, Wilt Chamberlain (who doesn't?), Mondays, the idea of days, work, deadlines, and unhappiness.

The list goes on, but naming all of Time's 7382 sexual partners is also on the list so I have to stop here.

Who's in your bed?

You know those mornings when you wake up and something just isn't right? You're tired or aching or slightly depressed or immediately pissed off. Well there used to be an old phrase to describe these unfortunate mornings: You woke up on the wrong side of the bed. That just isn't the case. There is no right or wrong side of the bed. You woke up next to time, and you feel dirty. You should feel dirty.

Time enjoys the musical stylings of James Blunt

And you thought you were angry before...

A new soldier is born

A stranger ask me what time it was the other day.

I said: "F time in the A!"

The stranger gave me an offended look and walked away. I'm pretty sure I got through to him.

A new soldier in the fight against TIME was born.

The oldest currency of all time: TIME

It was recently brought to my attention by my good friend Sebastian that there is another interesting phrase: "spending time." This implies that time is a form of currency and that, like any limited resource, it has a value. While we have clearly demonstrated that time has no value in other ways, now we know that it IS worthless because time (according to its definition) is infinite. Infinity is certainly a long way off from being a limited resource. You might even say it is the antithesis of a limited resource, and therefore, not something of value.

In any given transaction, there is someone that "spends" and someone that "recieves." So who is it that receives time, and what are they giving up to get it. The answer: because we recognize time and view it as something of worth, we not only spend time, but we receive time as well. And what do we give up to get it? Everything. We could all be missing out on a perfectly blissful existence simply because of our insistent acknowledgement of time.

Time is a masochistic human fabrication created in order to create the illusion that death is imminent, and that you must "spend your time well." Unbelievable how much anxiety that phrase brings! And from a previous post, we all know the relationship between anxiety and time. In the history of anxiety, there has not once been a situation in which time was not involved (like waiting on the dentist). Anyone in their right mind should not spend time, nor acknowledge it, because time does not exist. Thats right time: YOU'RE NOTHING!

Time does not discriminate

Time kills the following foods: milk, strawberries, bread, apple cider, beef, ostrich, tomatoes, avocado, bananas, dragon fruit, chicken, fish, bagels, boysenberries, orange juice, herbs and spices, potato chips, dates, green chilis, sugary cereals, cup cakes, cream cheese, cantaloup, pizza dough, cabbage, apples, sweet breads, veal, key lime pie, rump roast, babaganoush, green beans, tater tots, jumbalaya, vegan brownies, grapes, cantaloup, blueberries, cheese, and mussels

Desire, TIME's constant companion

Desire is aging me and TIME is finishing me off. Oh the struggles of the human condition. It's all too much. Always consuming. It's our nature to manifest more and more desires, more and more things. Fucking things! Always more and more things! Enough. I want no thing. I want nothing. Except maybe her. Give me her and I will be happy. Give me her and I will need nothing else. Give me her so this can all end. Desire is aging me and TIME is finishing me off.

Time's Most Deadly Agent: The Dentist

As I was sitting, waiting for 20 minutes in the dentist's chair, wondering if my jaw and headache problems were rooted in some major dental problems, I noticed that time was killing me at an exceptional rate. More than usual. My mind was racing from one catastrophic problem to the next... could I need a root canal, maybe my jaw is disaligned, maybe my wisdom teeth are causing the constant dull pain? Even worse, maybe it is none of these! Perhaps it's not a dental problem at all! What if it there was something cancerous growing in my brain? With each new thought came more anxiety about my predicament. At the moment, it was very clear that time had a close relationship with anxiety. Anxiety was an extension of time, and time was an extension of my anxiety. Those moments enhance the destruction that time creates. I'm sure everyone would agree that time is killing us much more quickly when we are late for something and we're stuck in traffic. It is the anxiety of the situation, however, that is the catalyst for time's irregular pace. You can almost feel the grey hairs growing on your head.

Solution: eliminate anxiety! While the dentist can be very unpleasant by nature, I noticed that it was more my reaction to the situation that supported time's wrath. I WAS CREATING AVENUES FOR TIME TO KILL ME BY ALLOWING MYSELF TO BE STRESSED. If time is killing me, and I am supporting time's scheme, then I am killing myself... slowly. I do not wish to kill myself, but time is so manipulative, that time gets me to carry out it's will. Keeping my cool is stressful situations is my new way of saying F U time!

Time is not a ninja

Time tried to starve me today. How could I tell? Because it had been so much TIME since my last meal that I could scarcely walk. Trying to use my own body against me, eh Time? Afraid to do your own dirty work? We're on to you, Time. You're sneaky, but you're not a ninja.

Is it all relative?

I was just thinking about the phrase, "it's all relative" when I got completely overwhelmed by infinity. I immediately turned to the dictionary in search of answers about the meaning of relative, which in turned led to some topical research into the theory of relativity. It was over my head. After all, if it's all relative then understanding relative seemed important. Turns out it's not. Relative is simply another evil trick used by TIME in order to try and create further division in what could be perfect unity. Back when I was getting totally overwhelmed by infinity I realized that if we were not able to see things in relation to other things then we would see nothing. But then I thought would it be nothing or everything? Kind of like zooming out so far that there is no longer a point of reference even though everything is contained in the image. What are you looking at? Things? Or everything?

Give Time IT!

A handsome lass callously rejected my advances yesterday evening. Friends tried to console me by saying "It will be okay, give it time."

So I said "Eff this! I'm going to give time IT!" You hear that, Time! IT's gonna happen to you.

Nothing heals a broken heart like stickin' it to Time.

Rama on Dispassion

Excerpt from The Concise Yoga Vasistha.

Rama: . . . All the hopes of man in this world are consistently destroyed by Time. Time alone wears everything out in this world; there is nothing in creation which is beyond its reach. Time alone creates innumerable universes, and in a very short time Time destroys everything.

Time allows a glimpse of itself through its partial manifestation as the year, the age, and the epoch; but its essential nature is hidden. This Time overpowers everything. Time is merciless, inexorable, cruel, greedy and insatiable. Time is the greatest magician, full of deceptive tricks. This Time cannot be analyzed; for however much it is divided, it still survives indestructible. It has an insatiable appetite for everything--it consumes the smallest insects, the biggest mountains, and even the king of heaven!

Laser Tag: The cure to time

Alright, Time, you piece of shit. We're on to your shenanigans, and both Albert Einstein (that guy you cowardly killed) and colloquial terms are on our side.

First the colloquialisms: "Time flies when you're having fun." Hear that, Time? When we're having fun, you don't even exist. You become a non-entity. Have you ever heard a little kid in the middle of a game of tag say "too bad time is killing me right now"? No, you haven't, because it's never happened. Also because you are an amorphous despot with neither ears nor conscience.

Next we have Einstein, who discovered a way to fight you before you killed him like the coward that you are. The solution: travel at the speed of light. So it's obvious that in order to beat time, all we have to do is find something fun that travels at the speed of light.

Enter: laser tag.

Exit: Time's savage dominion over humanity. Fuck you, Time.

Girls are Killing Me... exponentially!

Okay, this may be a little far fetched, but I think that it is worth mentioning. To the left is a mathematical proof that girls are evil. Whether you believe in the validity of the proof is up to you and your subjective experience, however, it should also be noted that girls are killing us, to the 2nd power! This is how:

We have established that Time is killing us on a daily basis. It is the number one killer with a 100% fatality rate. So, if girls = time x money, and time is money (time=money), then girls also = time x time. Because time is a killer, that means that time = death. Girls= (time)^2. (Time) ^2= (death)^2. Girls= (death)^2. Girls are killing me exponentially!

It should also be noted that because money= sqrt of evil, and time is money (time= money), then time = sqrt of evil. Time is also the root of all evil. This is slightly contradictory in that money is also the root of all evil. Seeing that time=money,however, they are interchangeable. In conclusion, through simple mathematical deduction we can see that women and time are killing me exponentially. I would wager that this is the reason that men, on average, are more likely to die younger than women.

Why TIME Kills.

I realized why TIME has to murder people. Because it feels inadequate next to dimensions 5 through 10. TIME, you're so childish.

Volume of Thoughts

I reached for my brilliant white beacon of music to adjust the volume. I was stoned. Shirtless and barefoot, wearing only my blue shorts, neon orange plastic sunglasses and a towel over my shoulder. I was stoned. My thoughts were projecting louder then the music and my desire was to drown them out. Then I stopped, suddenly aware of something new and interesting, the soles of my feet quickly growing hot on the black pavement, I was concerned only with the volume of my thoughts. This idea that the loudness of the music depends less on my ears and more on the loudness of my thoughts began to take shape. Perhaps there is an infinite layer of thoughts, all of them simultaneously projecting themselves at varying levels and we are only conscious of those that are loud enough to stand above the din of all the others?

"If you are settling in to a rigid comfort zone, then you are dying- slowly, but still dying. To stay vibrant you need to engage life and take risks, not for the conquest of some elusive mountaintop or redpoint, but in order to learn and grow." (Arno Ilgner, 114)

Killin' It

Why are you reading this? TIME is killing you right now! Get out there and take it back. Fun is the only answer, the only escape from the inevitable end. Somehow you have made it this far in, against the advice of the previous sentences. You are being eaten away, bit by bit, slowly falling into the trap of the reality controlled by TIME. Be violent, be aggressive. Don't sit there passively, letting TIME run your existence. Why are you still reading? Stop now! Make me stop. I'm equally destroyed right now. Why am I still writing this? This is killing me. This is killing us. Fun is definitely the answer. Dedicate yourself, your life to it. I do. You will. You must. Now! Do it. Do something.

Well the time has come for an exploration into TIME itself. It's amazing how one small recognition of a flawed phrase can lead to the inspiration of an entire creative outlet.

TIME is the killer.

It gets so clouded and lost under the layers and disguises it wears. I have begun to see through it.

TIME is the instigator of stress, the reason for deadlines and the limit on life itself.

We have created a system by which we live only so that we can die some day. Our horizons are narrowed into a beginning and an end that we see all around us. What happened to the infinite? What happened to the knowledge of interconnectedness? By separating ourselves and creating the ego we have limited ourselves.

There is another expression that we all know that has been bothering me. "TIME flies when you're having fun." Wrong. "TIME dies when you're having fun." There is no TIME, TIME simply does not enter into the equation. TIME is dead. It is when we enter back into the reality where TIME reins king that we exclaim how TIME has flown by. Why? Because it brings up the stress associated with subscribing to our watches. Watch. Another peculiar term. Why watch? What is it we are watching? Or what is watching us? It seems to inspire some paranoia about where we are and what we should be doing. "Oh shit, it's already 3:30PM, I should be . . . " Always the crunch of checking the watch and worrying about when and where. You're killing me TIME, you're killing me.