A Particular Fleck of Dust
The ancient philosopher Augustine of Hippo once wrote that he felt he knew what time was, as long as no-one asked him. Millions of years forward and the picture has hardly changed.
What makes our notion of time such a compelling, but slippery, experience?
Did you know that the time passes more slowly for your feet than it does for your head?
The absurdity of here and now. The lack of beginning, middle or end. Just the continuum.