Thursday, August 19, 2021

Time

Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
it is a tiger that devours me,
but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me,
but I am the fire.

        Jorge Luis Borges, A New Refutation of Time

 

 

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