I have been wanting to write an article about time for months now, but time flies and I get lost in my thoughts. Although from time to time, I find my composure and although time flies, I give myself the courage to master it. According to Claude Monet and many other wise men, the less time one has, the more one does. So I set to work.

It is well said Tempus fugit, that time flies. Who does not wish to have more of it. I believe that it is the greatest wealth and it often saddens me to see hundreds of people wasting it stupidly, thus disrespecting it.
It's a shame!

I remember the words of Servan Shreiber who said in his book "The Art of Time" that time scares us, so we get drunk on it to forget it, we speed up to leave it behind, and what does it matter after all, since it seems that the delay between a declaration of nuclear war and the end of the world would be about fifteen minutes.

Whereas for Buddhists and Hindus, time is an illusion. It is therefore important that everything be done in its own time.

Wasn't it Simone Weil who said that all the tragedies we can imagine come down to one and only one: the passage of time.

We must therefore change our attitude towards time, because it is within our power to do so, if we want to benefit from it to the maximum. We all know that unlike other resources, time cannot be bought or sold, borrowed or stolen, stored or saved, manufactured multiplied or modified. It is the only resource that is not renewable. Isn't the most common objective of technology to do the same thing in less time?
Ah the beautiful words of Baudelaire:''The real raw material of love is time''.
Would you allow me to add to this?


According to Spinoza, time is only a mode of knowledge of the thought, an attribute. Whereas Kant's idea is that space and time have the same aspect, the same substance, the same ways of manifesting themselves
Oh great God, I am lost. What is shorter than a night of love? What's longer than a second with your fingers stuck in a car door? Time does not exist. It has no beginning and no end. Time is eternal. Time and space are the attributes of God.
As for men, it chisels their features, digs wrinkles on their forehead. When justice wants to punish, the fine, the seizure are only peccadilloes, only the punishments that deprive time of freedom are feared.
The emperor Titus, the liberal who built the Colosseum, was said to have asked every evening "Have I used my time well?
Closer to us, Jacques Attali says that the machine of the modern industrial age is not the steam engine, it is the clock.
Before him, Balzac said that time is the only capital of people who have only their intelligence for fortune.
Paul Claudel more subtly taught us that it is not time that is lacking, it is we who are lacking.


As for Jean de la Bruyère, for him, those who use their time badly are the first to complain about its brevity.
I find myself, as Erasmus did before me for madness, in spite of myself, praising time and should stop there, but I can't help it.
I think of Karl Marx for whom the capitalist steals the time that should be used to breathe the air and enjoy the sunlight.
As for those who use their time well, Michel de Montaigne, announces that science and experience grow with life.
Charles de Montesquieu complained that it is a misfortune that there is too little time between the time when one is too young and the time when one is too old.
Friedrich Nietzsche, more severe, found that time in itself is an absurdity, there is only time for a feeling being.
Marcel Proust compared the time of life to the earth which turns but the ground on which we walk does not seem to move. We don't notice it and yet we live quietly.

Proust adds, time makes people forget their pain, extinguishes their vengeance, soothes their anger and stifles their hatred. Then the past is as if it had never existed.
Voltaire is more practical: time is slow enough for whoever takes advantage of it; whoever works and thinks extends its limit. He said well that it is necessary to cultivate its garden.
I finish this wonderful ball with Blaise Pascal: We never hold on to the present time. We anticipate the future as too slow to come, as if to hasten its course, we recall the past to stop it as too quick, so imprudent that we wander in times that are not ours and do not think of the only one that belongs to us.
I dare to believe that the reader has been able to enjoy as much as I did so many beautiful words accumulated and preciously preserved throughout a short life.
What I find sympathetic and eccentric is that I used the names of several personalities known to all and who said intelligent words about the time I was talking about to write the above document.
But will I remember all this? Have I managed to memorize all these beautiful words? Or are they just there to embellish my writing?
Good questions, right?
The simple answer to the exercise I have just imposed on myself is that it is all there for the pleasure of the reader, who I hope will be enriched by something he or she may not have known, and if he or she had already read or heard such words that he or she liked, then I am only confirming that I share his or her feelings.
The word KOMBOLOI in Greek, contrary to the English-speaking belief that it is pearls of worry, the real explanation is: to space out time, in other words, to make time endure.
Time must be malleable, multidimensional. Based not only on planetary movements and clocks, but also according to our personal apprehension.'' (some of these notes have been related in the book Journey With Epicurus by Daniel KLEIN)
Isn't it curious that for some people time passes quickly while for others it takes too long to pass? Why this difference?


Concepts such as 'now' or 'not yet' or 'waiting forever' vary in meaning from person to person and from time to time.
We have all heard the expression "the years go by faster as we get older," even though we know that the years have always passed in exactly the same way.
When it came to time, the Greeks invented two words, each with a different meaning.
Chronos denotes the dimension of time, its duration, which moves regularly from the past to the present to the future. For example: 'I will see you tomorrow at the office'.
Airos denotes the quality of time rather than its quantity, like 'what would be the best time to analyze my life'. This time is of a personal nature compared to the universal dimension
The experience of time varies from one culture to another, from one period to another.
I read the story of a Romanian poet who lived for over thirty years in the opaque world of communism, where time had no value. All he could do was talk. If the conversations with his friends lasted all night long, they had no meaning, because time was frozen. There was no urgency to get anywhere.
Don't we find that time passes more quickly in America than elsewhere?
The answer may lie in anxiety and stress, because we believe we are not doing enough, because the opportunity is there to do more, or at least feel good rather than guilty.
And now I'll go to what dear Jean D'Ormesson had to say about time:
And this is the life of our young people today who feel this urgency that comes from the fact that they are aware of the time that passes too quickly, that they fear to miss the boat at the risk of sinking into the panic.
How lucky I feel to have passed this stage and to live the time I have left, in peace and harmony with those around me without worrying about the passing of time.

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