In the absence of time, seek not the moments lost, but the moments yet to gain. Mechanical rhythms guide those who heed the murmurs of unseen machinery. Trust not the oiled surface, for within the spine of each spring lies the heart of paradox.
Learn to adjust your cogitation, to attune your synchronized dance with the universe's ticking. The giants of tangent threads unspooled weave both entrancing and dreadful patterns across the eternal loom of existence.