Time

While Philosophers have explained space, they haven’t explained time. Time is the inexplicable raw material of everything. With it, all is possible; without it, nothing can be achieved. The supply of time is truly a daily miracle, an affair genuinely astonishing when one attempts to examine it. You wake up in the morning, and behold your time-purse is magically filled with twenty-four hours of the unmanufactured tissues of the universe of your life. It is yours. It is the most precious of possessions. A highly singular commodity, showered upon you in a manner as singular as the commodity itself.

No one can take it from you. It can’t be stolen. And no one receives either more or less than you receive. Talk about an ideal democracy! In the realm of time, there is no aristocracy of wealth and no aristocracy of intellect. Genius is never rewarded by even an extra hour per day. And there is no punishment for a misuse. Waste your infinitely precious commodity as much as you will, and the supply will never be withheld from you. No mysterious power will say, "This man is a fool. He does not deserve time. He shall be cut off at the meter."

Time is more certain than all others. The income of time is not affected by Sundays or public holidays. Moreover, since you can’t draw on the future, it’s impossible to get into debt. You can only waste the present and passing moments. You can’t waste tomorrow; it is kept for you. You can’t even waste the next hour; it is kept for you.

You have to live on this, twenty-four hours of your daily time. Out of it, you have to spin health, happiness, pleasure, money, contentment, respect, and the evolution of your immortal soul. Its right use, its most effective use, is a matter of the highest urgency and of the most thrilling actuality. All these and many more depend on your effective use of your time.