I imagine life to be more of a substantial matter, one that was more orderly within itself that had the normality of structure. But, what I have come to realize as I age, time is an abstract controversy that we all fit into one singular formality in a ruse that we understand it. Take for example, right now. Our physical makeup is constructing the perception of time as it passes by, but time is only truly a point of an area in consideration of time. We estimate it by a loop, and perhaps not the age as much. We all act like we can brivet through time and not pay the price of our conclusions.
