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More Clock Than Not (machine of the time-lambs)

my lasting super power...

Measure time and number are nothing but modes of thought or rather imagination - Spinoza Quotes Spinoza, Baruch Spinoza (1634)
Wikipedia suggests that diverse fields such as business, industry, sports, the sciences, and the performing arts all incorporate some notion of time into their respective measuring systems. This can also be turned around to suggest that functioning systems of its measurement are as diverse as the performing arts, the sciences, sports, industry, and business. When its illusions are cast aside then a thing twice right through all of the spaces and all of the times is so much more than just broken. When all earthly realms are thrown down and their neck is bent then the corpse of this thing will throw open its mouth to purpose and set free the gentle lamb from its fiery thought and from its torrid rejoinders. So much so that the saved will then have a true light for following twice on this, a good day of saving. So much so that any machine that willingly appropriates the function of a clock will by necessity become itself a clock. To then break that machine is to make a broken thing long lived until eternity. More so than any bread and any mayonnaise. More so than any worry. So it is that Brahms can and still writes, I am more oftener as a spring what's wound then pride of fear.


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