The clock hung on the wall, peering back at me from its place between two corners. With no effort of my own, the clock continues its quest from top to bottom, bottom to top, around its daily course from start to finish. No matter how much I try to turn it back or cease its continuation, no matter how much I detest its progression, it continues. It goes on.
How lucky is the clock. Or more generally, how lucky is time. It can continue without any external pressure or influence to change or cease its course. If only we were so individually-minded, and directionally-focused.
Alas, the clock. Though I may resist, much is to admired about the timepiece on the wall.
Curious by Nature