We constantly escape from it.

It's impressive, and somewhat disappointing, how we get to experience the present, it's colors, it's suggestions, it's promises, and even its past, only when the present is gone. Then we attempt to experience it all over again when, maybe, we sense the power to reconfigure it, recalibrate, reassess it. It's not all lost. Because time is just a variable. But our eyes would be so much brighter if only were we able to accept... it all.

Instead, we constantly escape from it.