Time (n.) is a stream of energy filled with qualities and not, as our philosophy would have it, an abstract concept or precondition of knowledge.
Time (n.) is worshipped as a god by wicked men who want to hide the true Being; the vicious think time made the world, the wise and good say God did.
Time (n.) is measured by the sun's rising and setting — by the death and rebirth of libido, the dawning and dimming of consciousness; the mysteries saw it as libido transformed, as physics sees it as energy flowing.
Time (n.) heals everything, certainly — but it may take an unconscionably long time.
Time (n.) seems psychically relative too: guessing cards not yet turned up scored above chance, which rules out any energy passing between perception and a future event.
Time (n.) is as great as one thinks it is, and man grows to his time's stature.
Time (n.) is an irreplaceable factor in healing: a misdevelopment built up over many years cannot be undone by a short, intensive process.