Near my home there is a street sign warning about a steep slope, and it tells you the percentage of the slope grade. That shit means nothing to me. It just just give you the number of degrees. Pisses me the fuck off.

We have to make up our minds whether time is to be found in nature or nature is to be found in time. The difficulty of the latter alternative - namely of making time prior to nature - is that time then becomes a metaphysical enigma. The dissociation of time from events discloses to our immediate inspection that the attempt to set up time as an independent terminus is like the effort to find substance in a shadow. There is time because there are happenings, and apart from happenings there is nothing.