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“Time isn’t a currency. You can’t save it, you can’t store it, and the rich certainly don’t have more of it. Time is a problem, a solution, a gift and a curse. It’s everything we have and don’t. The passage of time is somewhat of an illusion, and like an illusion, it depends on how you view it. But one thing is for certain, we must learn to enjoy what we have of it.”

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Book:The Dream To End All Dreams
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