Time is mortal. It is perhaps the most mortal “thing” — the essence of mortality. But in a particularly dense and poetic passage, Desmond speaks of the origin of time: “The ecstasy of time is time’s own ecstasy, but as given from the origin, it is also a rejoicing with the origin which leaps in its leaping . . .” (God and the Between 297).
eternity loves time
my cat toys with his old toy
a fine pas de deux
NOTES Other possible sections: time’s ecstacy , time flows in time . . .