Once upon a time there was time.Every day, time waited for time to pass.One day time, again, passed. But this time, time realized that time was passing.Because of that, time began to worry about wasted time. Time began to think about how much time might be left. What it might be used for. What it all might mean. What it had already missed because of the strictly linear passage of itself.Because of that, time grew tired and bitter and worried. Time didn’t know what to do with the time it had left. Time didn’t know how to spend time other than by waiting for time to be spent. Time was deeply troubled.Until finally, time flew. Time stopped worrying and thinking and mourning the loss of itself, the waste of itself, and the thought of itself. Time just was. Time was a concept, not a thing. Time focused on the present, and that made all the difference in the world.