What is time? We divide it up into hours and minutes and seconds and milliseconds, then nanoseconds, until finally it becomes ludicrous to divide any further. We have a clock which everyday we consult. A calendar too. Life can be sense of only because of time: I have an appointment tomorrow, I fell asleep in class just now, what time is the movie, it’s been so long since we last spoke… There is nothing that escapes the structure of time. But this structure is merely a facade; a representation of time, which we have created in order to puncture the infinite, ceaseless stream of motion. What then is the true essence of time?