Time

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Musing on the subject of time and wandering around on the internet yielded the wonderful image above.

I Googled a quote from Star Trek 7 and found a poem by Delmore Schwartz. The last verse is below.

Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all things flare!)
What am I now that I was then?
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.