Time

O let not Time deceive you, you cannot conquer Time.

We never keep to the present. We recall the past; we anticipate the future as if we found it too slow in coming, or we recall the past as if to stay its rapid flight. We wander about in times that do not belong to us and do not thinking of the only one that does; so vain that we dream of times that are not and blindly flee the only one that is. The fact is that the present usually hurts.