What didn't make sense and what should have made sense will make some sense someday when the time is right.
I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.
Life moves very fast. It rushes from Heaven to Hell in a matter of seconds.
Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror.
Time is the great intimidator, steadily stealing away precious seconds with no pause in the stealing. And such thievery leads us to believe that in time, the pilfering of these seconds will eventually exhaust all such seconds, leaving us at the ‘end’ of everything. Yet, God states that the seconds are actually the countdown to the ‘beginning’ everything.
'Crocodile Dundee' is about people; it's 10 seconds about crocodiles.
I can change a No. 1 diaper in 30 seconds and a No. 2 in a minute.
Love is 2 minutes and 52 seconds of squelching noises.
