The Time...

It has become the master of our lives, without us even noticing it. A time that runs away. A time that we want to catch and that escapes us. Time that is always too short. I never have time....

How about taking a time-out?

Isn't the arrival of the winter solstice the perfect time to give yourself some space? A breathing space? A return to your inner lands?

And yes, I am talking about space, because time only stops when it is connected to a space. In this world of instant communication, isn't it the place that makes all the difference? Shouldn't we start talking in terms of space and not time?