Racing around To come up behind you again. My uprights are midnights, my levels God's law. My corners dark moonlight, my spaces fill all. Meet me at the clock. Time flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana.
Time is visible in all places. Clock towers, wristwatches, church bells divide years into months, months into days, days into hours, hours into seconds, each increment of time marching after the other in perfect succession. And beyond any particular clock, a vast scaffold of time, stretching across the universe, lays down the law of time equally for all. In this world, a second is a second. Time paces forward with exquisite regularity, at precisely the same velocity in every corner of space.