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Hey sup?

Haven't really taken the time to email much lately and for that, let me say I'm sorry. You know, just one of those things with the time and the nature of it all...just not taking time, yet taking time at the same time. Kind of like the idea that time is really just an essence of time in time. I don't want to confuse you on the meaning of time, or the definition of time, because only time will tell...and definitions are always being refined. For example time used to mean one thing, but now it probably means another, which just backs up my point about time being just another version of another time. Some times we forget that time, and we're talking about actual time, not just time, is all really just time in itself...surrounded by time. So it is time that leads us back to time, time and time again. If you think you understand it all, it is time you reevaluate time. For only then, at that time, will you fully understand and appreciate this thing that we call time. Maybe another time, you will consider the essence of time, which as mentioned above, is very different from time itself. I think it is about time you really considered that. One time, I thought about time. Not really about “time” but about time you see. Because it was around the time when my grandfather, good old “grandfather time” as we used to call him, was going to give a lecture about time at the local watch factory. Now this wasn’t the time when he gave the lecture about the essence of time at the watch factory, but merely the time he spoke about time at the watch factory. Anyway, this time was much different than the last time he spoke about time. We all figured that it was about time he talked about time. And talk about time he did.  As the time passed, grandpa’s lecture about time was out of time, and he really didn’t have much to say about time at that time. “Time,” he said, “I will save for another time.”

And that time I think he meant it. You see, sometimes, grandpa time would talk about time, or even give false promises of time tales if you will, without really giving it much thought at the time. And then when time came for his tale of time, he would have forgotten all about the time he told the others that he would tell them about time. Even though grandpa got better with time, his timing was all off.

Well, hope you have time to email me back. I’ve enjoyed our time, and hope to tell you about the time I wrote about time. But, I’ll save that for another time. 

Have a great time!

d.

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