Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.
Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.
The surest sign of age is loneliness.
Time is the continuous loop, the snakeskin with scales endlessly overlapping without beginning or end, or time is an ascending spiral if you will, like a child's toy Slinky.