“To count the stones losing count is the sense of our life: the algebra of our displacements. To follow paths losing sense is the circumvolution, the evolution: the logic of our moments. But. No. There is no symmetry in our acts. Never the chance of steps that surprise us to salt. Our time machine. Forward. Never backward the meat machine. No turning back. No turning back. There is no remedy: death is an incurable asymmetry. Huge is the ticking of the Clock but but our time has the clutch, the vortex the saltwater of a wave that covers us. It reshapes and hollows out the face, like sand robs us of our flesh.”
Book:Of Time and Goats