There are legends and sagas in each ruck and crease of the distressed, heavy, full-grain cowhide. Just eight years earlier it was a new movie. We humans used to feel like the laggards, with nature marching briskly onward. Time and tide wait for no man. Man waits not for time nor tide.
Pauses serve a purpose, breaking the flow.
Like rests in music or caesuras in verse. Even a confirmed atheist and Sunday driver must believe that the Sabbath served a therapeutic purpose, too, in the epoch when people observed it. Silence indefinitely prolonged. Rest and pause. A rest with a fermata is the moral opposite of the fast-food restaurant with express lane.