Time
is a field; it is not a line. We understood this before Proust, before we had
the words to compel us to the deception of the short-lived linear metaphor,
before Einstein’s mathematical confirmation. The present is a vast accumulation—of
history and the future. If you want to raise your knowledge of time to words,
if you want to be able to talk about the lived experience of the abstraction,
talk about love, its waxing and waning, its accumulations, pulsations, and
losses.
"Beyond God and Nietzsche" ch. 7
