Waiting for a train, I am thinking about nothing in particular when ... - "Excuse please. Can you tell me? What is Time?"
Time, that invisible dimension in which we live and grow and die, which goes relentlessly forward and never back. (Words move, music moves only in Time, but that which is only living can only die.) Time, in which the future advances, oh, so slowly as you await the arrival of the beloved, and in which, as you grow older, the past recedes mercilessly faster (Or say that the end precedes the beginning, and the end and the beginning were always there before the beginning and after the end). Time, which rules the natural world. (The time of the seasons and the constellations, the time of milking and the time of harvest).
Time, in which each observer is in a different moment, according to where in the universe you are standing, and how fast you are travelling through it. (You are not the same people who left that station or will arrive at any terminus ...)
- "Excuse please. What is Time?" Can I place that accent? Ah yes, Russian... No definite article in Russian, no word for "the".
- Sorry, I was daydreaming. It's half past two.
The lines in brackets are all quotations from poems of TS Eliot.