Professor Obsidian:
Have we, in our ritualistic obsession with chronological order, transcended beyond the temporal textures woven in the fabric of our understanding? Or are we merely spectating on the peripheries of cosmic insignificance?
Dr. Lumina:
In truth, Professor, time is but a concept dissolved in the ethereal ether of our consciousness. When measured by sensations rather than by instruments, it acquires a form more analogous to fluidity rather than inflexibility.
Unknown Sage:
Indeed, the whispering shadows of yesteryears unfurl themselves upon the present moment, stretching beyond the pseudoscientific confines crafted by temporal philosophers. Thus, contemplate: Does one dictate time, or does it reciprocate the dialectic?
Professor Obsidian:
If gravity were to be distanced from its custodial grip on matter, what shapes would dialogues assume when buoyed in the paradoxical embraces of untethered time?