The Hypocrisy of Now.

Each hour of the day brings with it another completion of a cycle that began fifty-nine minutes earlier and with it comes new perspective. Time to stand up from the computer and stretch, see things differently than the hours past; fewer minutes until quitting time; fewer days until the weekend; fewer weeks until vacation. We pour our hearts into the moments that come next like our jobs were to be ewers for the soul-collectors and our time immortal. Our atoms will leave us as quickly as they came and without remorse. We should follow the flood plains of ions and dam our mouths to thwart time. And while we're out we should, perhaps, see the world.