Time isn't linear, it's a circle we draw in the sand while waiting for the tide. The markers we use to measure it - blocks, epochs, cycles - are just stories we tell ourselves to pretend we're in control of its flow.

That’s beautifully put — a reminder that our calendars and clocks are just illusions of order in something far wilder and beyond our grasp. Time is more like a tide than a road, always returning, reshaping, refusing to be tamed. Maybe embracing that mystery is wiser than trying to measure it.