A dull day. A typical November. Naturally, each month has its special meaning but this month has an additional peculiarity exceeding this. Admittedly, it is not to be seen at present, a mere mixture of rain and snow falls, but this is just the exterior view that always deceives.

Wrap your overcoat, o lofty dream, around the child.

Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. an alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.