In fact I have the proof right here if you'll only look at it and SEE it. You see it. To no avail. Then just to end, petered IN, not out. But still Space trudges on, now fretting, now strutting in its TimeMask, adorable freak that it's become.
Nobody needs yer stinkin' time here', it tells the latecomers.
Unfortunately, we're all latecomers at this floorshow, no matter when we get here, and no matter which door we come in. On the verge of comprehensibility, the body loses itself to us, with all its dark terrain. But now we believe in interruption. Recovering the past.