Life is like an hourglass. At first it seems that the sand doesn't pour at all, that it pours out at the very last moment when there's no time left to think about it. The present is inevitably stealing. We can never withhold it. There's only the past and the future. Our daily routine never fails to distract us from the pouring sand. So more and more often we do not notice anything else, even the hourglass itself.
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