Sublime

Such is Time's usury; and all who cannot wait are its victims. There is no more thriftless proceeding than to try and mend the measured pace of Time. Be careful, then, not to become its debtor.

Quase todos eles se referem à relação com o tempo, pois, evidentemente, é nele que vêm se aninhar as angústias que alimentam os remorsos e as nostalgias que tocam o passado, e também as esperanças e os projetos que se deseja inscrever no futuro.

The sun declines

From its zenith,

The moon waxes

Only to wane,

Flowers bloom

Only to fade,

The greatest joy

Turns to sorrow.

Now in the third age, we’ve moved from daily mode to real time.