Time, a phenomena almost cruelly indifferent to us, yet we govern our every waking moment by it. She is the only universal deity, a goddess who allows us to begin, and the enforcer of our one inescapable fate, that some day we will end. The moments we spend awaiting a pleasure yet to arrive seem to expand within the space of our experience, but like a flighty lover a pleasure, no matter how tightly we embrace it, will slip away like the night while we sleep. When we awaken from our dreamlike state, time has passed us by, as does the notion that we are in her favor.