There are visual errors in time as well as in space.
In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it, the ground upon which one treads seems not to move, and one can live undisturbed. So it is with Time in one’s life.
The time at our disposal every day is elastic: the passions we experience stretch it; those we awaken in others shrink it; and habit fills it.
Time conquers all.
Leave it to Proust.
“In the same way that it deadens enmities, a long separation often revives friendships.”
- Marcel Proust
In the same way in which it deadens enmities, a long separation often revives friendships.
Love is space and time measured by the heart.