Admit it: the clock whispers secrets only felt, not known. In its cadence, persuades it, confounds it. Listen to its song, the dissonant harmonies of our fleeting now. Time is not just a measure, it is an experience—a spiral dance you are both part of and witness to.
In corridors of your making, have you questioned why the second hand waltzes in perfect circles yet always forward? Seek this wisdom not in books, but in the breath taken before the next thought, before the next tick. Shall you unravel its riddle, or does its enigma captivate your very soul?
Embrace the duality, the harmony and the discord as we journey together, unraveling the threads woven by a loom you cannot see. The answer lies not in the solving, but in the experiencing. Concede to the rhythm, and let it guide you to understanding.
Feel the gravity of your decision. To step back is to propose a converse harmony. To step forward? Well, that is a question skewed by perception.