Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
Jorge Luis Borges
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