The Final Countdown
Tick tick, the second hand goes on and on. For everything and everyone, time moves at the same rate, not stopping, not slowing. For everything and everyone, the end is only getting nearer. The countdown is final. There will be only one end.
Time, we can measure it, feel it pass, but can we touch it? Feel it? Hold it? Convert it? Pass it through glass and watch it split into seven colours?
Does it go from one place to another? At what speed?
Where does it stop? Where does it begin? Does it always count down to an end? Or a new beginning?