ten thousand spoons

When all you need is a knife, this is not an Alanis Morissette tribute

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Our mental existences, which are immaterial and have no dimensions, are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave.

The Time Machine, H. G. Wells.

The whole quote just makes sense when you think about it. We are constantly moving on mentally, even if we do it subconsciously. And yet, even then, we grow and draw new conclusions, changing our character and opinions of the world. Time stands still for no man, and our minds move on, even when we feel like we’re standing still.

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