Time, as much as it is viewed as a precious gift, is also sometimes perceived as a relentless destroyer. It’s easy to value moments individually, yet something within the human spirit rebels against its own nature as a creature in time, against the mortal nature of the body. Most people fear running out of time, and long to outrun and escape its universal dominion.
Given how limited time is, it can often seem like there is no room for beauty, something that doesn’t have an immediately apparent function. What’s more, beauty often seems to have no practical value. But it’s also something that requires time to produce and more time to protect.
