Margaret Atwood on time

Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Nobody said when.

Writers started doing dystopias after we saw the effects of trying to build utopias that required, unfortunately, the elimination of a lot of people before you could get to the perfect point, which never arrived.

War is what happens when language fails.

How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Dr. Seuss1904–1991

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

Henry van Dyke1852–1933Time Is

• Love

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.

Gautama Buddha501–501 BC